Weasel said:
Oh isee what your saying, if your in the house and they come, yeah I'm not moving around either, let come. I was thinking more along the lines as I've come home a few nights to the front door hanging wide open.
I came home from work and noticed the front door hanging open (when I lived in L.A.), checked out the street and driveway for the girlfriends (and other friends) cars, just parked it where I could see three sides of my bungalow and watched for a good long while. Counted the noses of my dogs, just to see if everybody was present and accounted for. I was there after the fact, they´d cleaned me out. My plan, was if they came out, with there arms full of my sterio and TV, I was gonna run them around my 1/2 acre plot a few times, with my pick up truck.
Funny, learned a lesson that day, that was almost worth the price of my junk. They had chummed Oscor Myer weaners all the way from the front gate, to the front door and back again, I found a dozen empty packages. I had a pack of hunting dogs, that would usually bite for fun and did a pretty good job of watching the property. Sad part of the whole thing was, the weaners, were probably worth as much as my junky sterio and TV.
Had words with a guy about trying to push herion to my little brother and his friends. Guy sure wasn´t your typical drug dealer, clean cut, wore a sports coat. When I went to his place to talk, he introduced me to his cheerleader wife and two daughters. He politely told me to mind my own business.
i don´t usually carry, almost never with one in the chamber and the pistol on half XXXX. Guy came at me from the rear, looked over my shoulder and saw the buck knife about five feet from my kidneys, grabbed the Browning and shot right through the bottom of the shoulder holster three times, he was hit in the guts, the solar plexes and the sternum. Went down hard and never took another breath. 127 grain, 9MM FMJ´s, just because that´s what the pistol worked best with.
You can argue diety all you want to, but one, I almost never carry, I never carry with one in the barrel and the trigger half cocked and to tell you the truth, don´t even remember, cocking the hammer. And two, the Browning was sure there when I needed it.
Don´t really know, if the knife guy and the dealer were connected, the story was, two of his friends had put him up to it, because they didin´t like my looks. Felt bad, the knife guy, was supposed to be, borderline retarded.
Funny, the dealer, was shot through both ass cheeks a couple of weeks later, with a 30/06. I´ve never owned a 30/06.
I´m not gonna write a book, but the point is, my instincts, have most ways, worked out for me. After the fact, my instinctual responses, may seem strange, but they have worked. Even in the military, I got some strange looks, because my way, wasn´t what was expected and was nothing like what the others would do.
Have a plan, but trust your instincts. If something is screaming in your head, to run duck and hide, do it.
Is that dike or dyke, or am I bassed ackwords again?
