What's the most dangerous altercation you've been involved in
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Most people who have had any kind of experience like that don't want to talk about it.
Just my .02,
LeonCarr
Most people who have had any kind of experience like that don't want to talk about it.
Just my .02,
LeonCarr
Agreed. Also, most people who've had that kind of experience should not be talking about it on a public forum. It's one thing to talk about a non-shooting 'dangerous' indecent, another thing completely to talk about an actual shooting you've been involved with. "Anything you say can and will be used against you..."
"Whats the most dangerous altercation you have been in?"
None. I make it a point to avoid dangerous confrontations. That's my goal...to do everything I can personally to NOT be involved in a gunfight.
None. I make it a point to avoid dangerous confrontations. That's my goal...to do everything I can personally to NOT be involved in a gunfight.
WestKentucky
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Easily the most dangerous situation I have been in was when I was deer hunting on private property that I know very very well. Two adjacent farms owned by my grandfather on the north and his gradeschool pal (one room schoolhouse, 1st through 8th, both stopped at 6th). Tresspassers had come in from a few farms over, and decided that rather than be seen, they would shoot at me. They shot just over my head and I was hit by tree bark from the tree behind me that I got behind real quick. I saw them leave and shadowed them to see where they went. They thought that they hsd pretty much ran me off, but I got the better end of it. Sheriff said they claimed they thought I was a deer...a deer wearing orange, before legal shooting time, carrying a flashlight....but anyhow I suggested that the sheriff get a warrant before going out to their place, and told him what to look for and to take a drug dog along for the trip. The dad and 3 teenage boys are still in county, the mom and teenage daughter split and are shacked up with new meth producing lowlife. One of the boys was out for a month or so, pulled a shotgun on a guy in a road rage incident. Luckily it jammed and was taken away from him then broken across his face. I'm not sure what it takes to break an 870 stock, but it's enough to break a jaw.
Officers'Wife
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klcmschlesinger
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Hunting Story
I agree with some above, no real altercations for me, but one hunting incident. Six of us walking out the back of the hunting lodge for the evening hunt. Probably around 1pm or so. First few hundred yards would walk together across a field then head in our different directions. Guns loaded on safe (we had jumped deer in that field walking out before with 6 unloaded guns). Most stands on the edge of said field. As we walk along talking, three deer jump up from laying right in front of us. Six well seasoned hunters, 4 I would say are execellent shots with shotguns (we were in Illinois). All 6 men unload the maximum of 3 rounds we are allowed to carry. Yes, you can do the math, 18 shots in all. Not one drop of blood. Not one hit. The incident, is that most of us were deaf for about 2 days from what sounded like a small war in that field.
I agree with some above, no real altercations for me, but one hunting incident. Six of us walking out the back of the hunting lodge for the evening hunt. Probably around 1pm or so. First few hundred yards would walk together across a field then head in our different directions. Guns loaded on safe (we had jumped deer in that field walking out before with 6 unloaded guns). Most stands on the edge of said field. As we walk along talking, three deer jump up from laying right in front of us. Six well seasoned hunters, 4 I would say are execellent shots with shotguns (we were in Illinois). All 6 men unload the maximum of 3 rounds we are allowed to carry. Yes, you can do the math, 18 shots in all. Not one drop of blood. Not one hit. The incident, is that most of us were deaf for about 2 days from what sounded like a small war in that field.
mgmorden
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Yeah - I typically try to stay out of trouble. Never actually have come to blows in my adult life (as a kid and teenager sure).
About the closest I've come to a fight was helping my sister move out of her abusive ex-boyfriends house (he was out of town). His drunk father who lived next door came over and tried to pick a fight. Ended up shouting obscenities back and forth but the police showed up shortly thereafter and instructed him to go back home.
About the closest I've come to a fight was helping my sister move out of her abusive ex-boyfriends house (he was out of town). His drunk father who lived next door came over and tried to pick a fight. Ended up shouting obscenities back and forth but the police showed up shortly thereafter and instructed him to go back home.
Well... In 1981 I had too much liquid refreshment at a Blue Oyster Cult concert.
Apparently I had to go real bad. I guess I whipped it out and Pee'd on a Biker in front of me.
I guess it was pretty bad.. As evidenced by my battered body and eye witness accounts( my beer buddies).
Personally I dont remember the indecent, but was told it was one for the ages.
Moral: DONT PEE ON BIKERS!!!
And Tequila is bad juju.
Apparently I had to go real bad. I guess I whipped it out and Pee'd on a Biker in front of me.
I guess it was pretty bad.. As evidenced by my battered body and eye witness accounts( my beer buddies).
Personally I dont remember the indecent, but was told it was one for the ages.
Moral: DONT PEE ON BIKERS!!!
And Tequila is bad juju.
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klcmschlesinger
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Nice one Pause.....
I am really glad you pointed that out, because I would never have known not to do that!!!
Excellent tip!!
I am really glad you pointed that out, because I would never have known not to do that!!!
Excellent tip!!
ironworkerwill
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The only firearm related altercation I've had- I was working as a satellite tech in one of Alabama's numerous meth capitols. This job was in a small trailer park and looked to be in bad shape with plywood on some doors and disabled cars scattered about. The customer had a female companion and and seemed to be rather happy about getting satellite tv. Once the job was nearly done an unknown man busted through the door with a pistol and shouted to the tenant" Im going to kill you, you sorry SOB''
I just knew that it had something to do with a love triangle. Turns out the unknown man just found out some of the trim of the Firebird on blocks went missing. He was going to shoot his buddy over car parts. After a few tense seconds the unknown man apologized to the his pal and started crying.
Only in Alabama.
I just knew that it had something to do with a love triangle. Turns out the unknown man just found out some of the trim of the Firebird on blocks went missing. He was going to shoot his buddy over car parts. After a few tense seconds the unknown man apologized to the his pal and started crying.
Only in Alabama.
dogtown tom
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A guy started chasing me on the freeway. I'm very sure he was going to shoot me. There were two left-turn lanes onto the freeway. I was behind the guy. Light changed, he didn't go, so I honked. He starts off extremely slowly so I honked again then pulled around him in the other lane. The guy then starts chasing me for around 5 miles, in heavy but fast-moving traffic, trying to pull up on my left side with his passenger window down. Fortunately, my 2001 Mercury Cougar could out-accelerate his older car, and after a scary few minutes that involved speeds upwards of 80 mph I finally managed to break free of traffic and haul ass out of there. I saw him give up and exit the freeway about 3/4 mile back.
After that, I permanently put my Ruger P90 in the car, loaded with FMJs so they could penetrate a car door if I had to.
After that, I permanently put my Ruger P90 in the car, loaded with FMJs so they could penetrate a car door if I had to.
Road Rage
Pretty Tame...
In a construction area where lane markings were horrible. A guy drifts into my lane a bit. I honk alerting him that he was drifting. I felt this was proper use of the horn. Anyways he flips me off (oddly enough middle finger an thumb - never figured out why people don't pull in the thumb sometimes) then gets behind me and lays on the horn and flips me off for 2+ miles.
I got on the phone to 911 and told the operator about the incident and she informed my to take the next exit and there was an officer on xxx road about 1/2 mile up. I knew the spot as it was a common speed trap. I had a gun in the car locked in the glove box, hoped I didn't need to use it. and that if I did I could get the key out of the ignition fast enough to retrieve my gun. Well I got off the highway (quickly cutting over 2 lanes) and he missed the exit. I told the operator it was over and slowed down enough he couldn't see me anymore. Didn't feel the need to stop for the officer - but at least I knew where the speed trap was.
To me the fact that I used the horn properly was important. If there was an escallationor violence - it was all on him. I feel that I did NOTHING to antagonize him. I didn't flip the bird back. I didn't make eye contact. I didn't slam or tap my brakes. I just drove normally allowing him to tailgate me until I could brake for the exit.
Pretty Tame...
In a construction area where lane markings were horrible. A guy drifts into my lane a bit. I honk alerting him that he was drifting. I felt this was proper use of the horn. Anyways he flips me off (oddly enough middle finger an thumb - never figured out why people don't pull in the thumb sometimes) then gets behind me and lays on the horn and flips me off for 2+ miles.
I got on the phone to 911 and told the operator about the incident and she informed my to take the next exit and there was an officer on xxx road about 1/2 mile up. I knew the spot as it was a common speed trap. I had a gun in the car locked in the glove box, hoped I didn't need to use it. and that if I did I could get the key out of the ignition fast enough to retrieve my gun. Well I got off the highway (quickly cutting over 2 lanes) and he missed the exit. I told the operator it was over and slowed down enough he couldn't see me anymore. Didn't feel the need to stop for the officer - but at least I knew where the speed trap was.
To me the fact that I used the horn properly was important. If there was an escallationor violence - it was all on him. I feel that I did NOTHING to antagonize him. I didn't flip the bird back. I didn't make eye contact. I didn't slam or tap my brakes. I just drove normally allowing him to tailgate me until I could brake for the exit.
I wasn't involved, but witnessed from 1 block away Charles Whitman shooting from the University of Texas Tower in 1966.
Sure wished at the time I had a firearm handy to shoot back with, though.
Sure wished at the time I had a firearm handy to shoot back with, though.
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stonecutter2
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It's sort of a tie between two. Thankfully these are VERY mild "altercations" but it made me more mindful of my surroundings and the situations I found myself in.
1) I was at a party with a lot of drinking going on (always a good decision), and some guy totally drunk was harassing/groping gals in the house. So a host asked me and a couple guys to escort him outside for "fresh air" and get him to go, if possible.
We cordially talked for a while, he was barely coherent at times, insisting he couldn't leave because his friend was inside.
So he hangs out on the front porch smoking, and we had talked about the Cubs and White Sox, then he out of the blue starts shouting at me asking why I think the White Sox suck (I think that's what he was saying). And at that point, I was about 30 feet from the guy. I said I don't really care, I just want to have a good time, but this suddenly fires this dude up. Like he looks menacing.
And he starts charging at me. In a sort of drunken stumble way.
I was shocked, but prepared to just hit the dude or something....until my friend pulled some kind of martial arts move, and intercepted him on the way to me and basically shoved him over onto the ground. Everyone laughed and things were okay, the guy stumbled around then my friend took him for a long walk and when they got back, he wasn't as belligerent or drunk. And I was done for the evening. It was like the 3rd "fight" that had broken out and that was fully my cue to leave the area.
2) Was in high school, and myself and a few friends were getting some groceries at a store for a sleepover at a friends house. On a whim, we jokingly bought super balls while walking out from those gumball machine things.
We bounced them pretty high when we stepped out of the store - there was a huge canopy over the entrance/exit area with steel girders. My friends' super balls all dropped right at them, but lucky me had his hit a girder and bounce away.
I went to retrieve it, and as a I did, some guy yells something at me, and walks up in my face. Like an inch away, barking some nonsense at me, that I'm a punk and my punk friends are using foul language (...don't remember that...no idea) and throwing things at his wife and him.
I was stunned and said we didn't throw anything at them, then he grabbed me by my letterman jacket's lapels and pulled him up against him.
I told him it was in his best interests to take his hands off me (not my exact words) because he's breaking the law. His response was that laws don't protect punks like me. So I said, hey we'll call the police and find out if they do. Or maybe he should just let me go before I "did some damage he wasn't going to walk away from" (my exact words).
His fired up expression changed and he loosened his grip, let me go, then backed away. He then walked away towards his car, which his wife was already in. I followed him shouting that he was an idiot (stupid thing to do - again, high school age kid) and this is the best part....
His wife had locked the doors to the car and wouldn't let him in.
He had to stand outside of the car and knock on the windows, looking like a fool.
I walked away with my friends and we got in our car and drove away.
Thankfully, these are the most dangerous altercations I've been involved in. I have no desire to outdo these.
1) I was at a party with a lot of drinking going on (always a good decision), and some guy totally drunk was harassing/groping gals in the house. So a host asked me and a couple guys to escort him outside for "fresh air" and get him to go, if possible.
We cordially talked for a while, he was barely coherent at times, insisting he couldn't leave because his friend was inside.
So he hangs out on the front porch smoking, and we had talked about the Cubs and White Sox, then he out of the blue starts shouting at me asking why I think the White Sox suck (I think that's what he was saying). And at that point, I was about 30 feet from the guy. I said I don't really care, I just want to have a good time, but this suddenly fires this dude up. Like he looks menacing.
And he starts charging at me. In a sort of drunken stumble way.
I was shocked, but prepared to just hit the dude or something....until my friend pulled some kind of martial arts move, and intercepted him on the way to me and basically shoved him over onto the ground. Everyone laughed and things were okay, the guy stumbled around then my friend took him for a long walk and when they got back, he wasn't as belligerent or drunk. And I was done for the evening. It was like the 3rd "fight" that had broken out and that was fully my cue to leave the area.
2) Was in high school, and myself and a few friends were getting some groceries at a store for a sleepover at a friends house. On a whim, we jokingly bought super balls while walking out from those gumball machine things.
We bounced them pretty high when we stepped out of the store - there was a huge canopy over the entrance/exit area with steel girders. My friends' super balls all dropped right at them, but lucky me had his hit a girder and bounce away.
I went to retrieve it, and as a I did, some guy yells something at me, and walks up in my face. Like an inch away, barking some nonsense at me, that I'm a punk and my punk friends are using foul language (...don't remember that...no idea) and throwing things at his wife and him.
I was stunned and said we didn't throw anything at them, then he grabbed me by my letterman jacket's lapels and pulled him up against him.
I told him it was in his best interests to take his hands off me (not my exact words) because he's breaking the law. His response was that laws don't protect punks like me. So I said, hey we'll call the police and find out if they do. Or maybe he should just let me go before I "did some damage he wasn't going to walk away from" (my exact words).
His fired up expression changed and he loosened his grip, let me go, then backed away. He then walked away towards his car, which his wife was already in. I followed him shouting that he was an idiot (stupid thing to do - again, high school age kid) and this is the best part....
His wife had locked the doors to the car and wouldn't let him in.
He had to stand outside of the car and knock on the windows, looking like a fool.
I walked away with my friends and we got in our car and drove away.
Thankfully, these are the most dangerous altercations I've been involved in. I have no desire to outdo these.
Hi dale gribble...
AKA:
Capt Jack on akfiles,
Dalton Wayne on Florida shooters network
Capt Doug on arfcom
Doug Potter
Just be aware this guy is a liar, thief, and general scumbag. He comes on gun forums with wild crazy tales of woe and desperation seeking donations only to spit in the face of everyone that helps him.
He is a sociopath and makes up unbelievable stories to garner attention (and monetary donations). Beware and don't fall for his BS.
AKA:
Capt Jack on akfiles,
Dalton Wayne on Florida shooters network
Capt Doug on arfcom
Doug Potter
Just be aware this guy is a liar, thief, and general scumbag. He comes on gun forums with wild crazy tales of woe and desperation seeking donations only to spit in the face of everyone that helps him.
He is a sociopath and makes up unbelievable stories to garner attention (and monetary donations). Beware and don't fall for his BS.
lemaymiami
Member
Before this thread gets shut down... My only reply to this kind of question ( in public or in private) is "don't ask". Anyone that did a career in law enforcement would be smart to take the same course of action.....
Here's a news article on the shooting that the liar "Dale Gribble", "Capt Jack", "Dalton Wayne", "CJ", "Doug Potter" was involved in. He says he was hit once, it says no one was injured.
http://www.ocala.com/article/20141206/articles/141209782
Basically here is the OP's story in a nutshell...
For those new to the saga of all that is Dale Gribble, DW, Dalton Wayne, Dalton Wyne, Cap Jack, CaptJack, DaptDoug, Wyatt Earp, or the good old Doug Potter
He starts threads on forums in such a way as to ask for money without actually asking for money outright.
My power is going to be cut off...
My wife as MRSA...
I sold my AK to make ends meet...
I can't pay the taxes on my house...
I think I am having a stroke, so I'll post on a half a dozen forums.
I took in my son, his wife, and grandkids that are not my grandkids, and have a menagerie of dogs to feed...
My dog **** on my bed, need new linens...
It has been estimated he's swindled at least 2 thousand dollars with his tales of woe. One member of AKfiles gave him 500 bucks alone. A group on Glocktalk felt sorry and gave him like 400 from just a small few posters Others have kicked in. The real number is probably much, much more.
Lest we forget the selling my AK tale. The good folks at AKfiles built him a custom AK with donated parts. We are not talking about some 400 dollar clunker, but a high quality custom gun. A gun he claimed he would pass on to his son. A gun he said he would pass on to his son, that had already been traded when he said that. All for a piece of ****ty scandium S&W revolver that he in turn hated. I do believe he traded that off for a Glock. When he'd do a money drive on the forums, a few weeks later he would show up bragging about a new gun he bought after a lotto ticket win. Everyone thinks his AR with the 40 pounds of bolted on parts was purchased with his ill gotten gains.
A gun that good hearted people built and was worth 1600 dollars, for a 500 dollar revolver.
There is no shame on his part about taking people's hard earned money. No shame for trading a gun about brotherhood for a gun worth a third because he didn't have anything in it.
People took you in DW. They called you a friend and cared about them. You stab everyone of them that had any invested interest in you, right in the back.
For those new to the saga of all that is Dale Gribble, DW, Dalton Wayne, Dalton Wyne, Cap Jack, CaptJack, DaptDoug, Wyatt Earp, or the good old Doug Potter
He starts threads on forums in such a way as to ask for money without actually asking for money outright.
My power is going to be cut off...
My wife as MRSA...
I sold my AK to make ends meet...
I can't pay the taxes on my house...
I think I am having a stroke, so I'll post on a half a dozen forums.
I took in my son, his wife, and grandkids that are not my grandkids, and have a menagerie of dogs to feed...
My dog **** on my bed, need new linens...
It has been estimated he's swindled at least 2 thousand dollars with his tales of woe. One member of AKfiles gave him 500 bucks alone. A group on Glocktalk felt sorry and gave him like 400 from just a small few posters Others have kicked in. The real number is probably much, much more.
Lest we forget the selling my AK tale. The good folks at AKfiles built him a custom AK with donated parts. We are not talking about some 400 dollar clunker, but a high quality custom gun. A gun he claimed he would pass on to his son. A gun he said he would pass on to his son, that had already been traded when he said that. All for a piece of ****ty scandium S&W revolver that he in turn hated. I do believe he traded that off for a Glock. When he'd do a money drive on the forums, a few weeks later he would show up bragging about a new gun he bought after a lotto ticket win. Everyone thinks his AR with the 40 pounds of bolted on parts was purchased with his ill gotten gains.
A gun that good hearted people built and was worth 1600 dollars, for a 500 dollar revolver.
There is no shame on his part about taking people's hard earned money. No shame for trading a gun about brotherhood for a gun worth a third because he didn't have anything in it.
People took you in DW. They called you a friend and cared about them. You stab everyone of them that had any invested interest in you, right in the back.
I just signed up to verify that EVERYTHING Lx460 says is true!
Avoid this weasel like the plague!
As soon as he gets settled in, he'll start poor mouthing and posting about only having $7.00 in the bank and his poor 475 pound son is crippled from a motorcycle accident and he cant feed the 9 people and 9 animals living in his house and his poor wife has (Insert disease of the week here) and on and on and on!
This is about the 5th or 6th (That we know of) website he has played his little game on.
STAY AWAY!
STAY FAR AWAY!
Avoid this weasel like the plague!
As soon as he gets settled in, he'll start poor mouthing and posting about only having $7.00 in the bank and his poor 475 pound son is crippled from a motorcycle accident and he cant feed the 9 people and 9 animals living in his house and his poor wife has (Insert disease of the week here) and on and on and on!
This is about the 5th or 6th (That we know of) website he has played his little game on.
STAY AWAY!
STAY FAR AWAY!
Barry the Bear
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It aint too hard to make multiple accounts and have alot of tabs open and start a discussion like this...
I have many to choose from. Maybe the worst was when I was sitting in a McDonalds back when I was in college and couldn't afford real food. We were one booth from the front door which was a long way from the counter and rarely used (the door that is). Six guys with guns came in to rob the place. McDonald's did a big business in those days and it was right before closing time so they could have taken some big money from there. OK I think just sit still and they will get what they want and leave. The bozo in the booth next to the door decided to play hero though. He jumped up and ran out that door. Come to find out there was another guy with a gun outside covering the exits. He managed through sheer luck not to be seen by that guy or me and the wife would have been sitting in cross fire city. The idjit cops made a big fuss about the hero even though the bad guys were long gone before the guy got the cops to the scene. Yeah right. He could have easily got my family gunned down for no good reason. There was no way seven guys could get away with a job like that in my part of the world at that time. There were no armed robberies and a job like that would bring down the whole law enforcement community on their heads. They were caught within a week no thanks to the hero. I never wanted to punch someone more in my life.
OK one more. I pulled into a gas station on Christmas Eve back in the late 70's/early 80's. It was a time when the attendant wandered around the lot taking money from customers right at their car. He had a wad of bills that would have choked an elephant. I know because as I pulled up to the pump I noticed one guy was standing unnaturally close to another guy right behind him. I thought that was plumb weird and I was right. It turned out the guy in the back had a gun stuck in the other guy's back. And I saw the attendant just hand the guy the wad of bills without turning around to look. It wouldn't have mattered much anyway. The robber had clothes covering everything including his face. Only his eyes peered out and there was a hood shading them. I couldn't tell if he was white or black or sky blue. The cops didn't believe that story so I spent the night in the police station denying that I knew the attendant and denying we had cooked up that robbery. I was one scared dude that night because of all the people in that crowded parking lot I was the ONLY ONE that even saw the robbery. Everyone else was filling up their gas. And I got scared to even look at the guy because I didn't want him to think I was the only witness. I told my wife to avoid looking that direction. The cops didn't like that part of my story either. But that guy could easily have taken exception to me staring at him. I got enough of a look to know I couldn't ID him anyway. So there was no point in staring. Come to find out the LEO's had the place staked out because they expected that guy to rob the place but they left for coffee right at the time he did the robbery. They were back like 20 seconds after the bad guy took off on foot. No good deed goes unpunished I guess. They were ready to hook the attendant up in handcuffs before I could even tell them I saw what happened. That guy loved me. The LEO's hated me. But I could never leave someone hanging like that even if it meant my life.
The day after that I started wanting a gun to carry and I had one not much later. It wasn't legal but who cares about legal when a gun is bearing down on you. Luckily I never had a reason to point that gun at anyone. But the next sucker who put me in a situation like that just might get more than he bargained for. I HATE that feeling of being at the mercy of some creep. I detest it beyond belief. I haven't done anything stupid because of it before I start hearing crap about overreacting.
There are other stories but they are long too.
BTW a 6th grade education in your grandfather's day was probably better than a high school education today. And having multiple accounts is a no-no I believe.
OK one more. I pulled into a gas station on Christmas Eve back in the late 70's/early 80's. It was a time when the attendant wandered around the lot taking money from customers right at their car. He had a wad of bills that would have choked an elephant. I know because as I pulled up to the pump I noticed one guy was standing unnaturally close to another guy right behind him. I thought that was plumb weird and I was right. It turned out the guy in the back had a gun stuck in the other guy's back. And I saw the attendant just hand the guy the wad of bills without turning around to look. It wouldn't have mattered much anyway. The robber had clothes covering everything including his face. Only his eyes peered out and there was a hood shading them. I couldn't tell if he was white or black or sky blue. The cops didn't believe that story so I spent the night in the police station denying that I knew the attendant and denying we had cooked up that robbery. I was one scared dude that night because of all the people in that crowded parking lot I was the ONLY ONE that even saw the robbery. Everyone else was filling up their gas. And I got scared to even look at the guy because I didn't want him to think I was the only witness. I told my wife to avoid looking that direction. The cops didn't like that part of my story either. But that guy could easily have taken exception to me staring at him. I got enough of a look to know I couldn't ID him anyway. So there was no point in staring. Come to find out the LEO's had the place staked out because they expected that guy to rob the place but they left for coffee right at the time he did the robbery. They were back like 20 seconds after the bad guy took off on foot. No good deed goes unpunished I guess. They were ready to hook the attendant up in handcuffs before I could even tell them I saw what happened. That guy loved me. The LEO's hated me. But I could never leave someone hanging like that even if it meant my life.
The day after that I started wanting a gun to carry and I had one not much later. It wasn't legal but who cares about legal when a gun is bearing down on you. Luckily I never had a reason to point that gun at anyone. But the next sucker who put me in a situation like that just might get more than he bargained for. I HATE that feeling of being at the mercy of some creep. I detest it beyond belief. I haven't done anything stupid because of it before I start hearing crap about overreacting.
There are other stories but they are long too.
BTW a 6th grade education in your grandfather's day was probably better than a high school education today. And having multiple accounts is a no-no I believe.
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