I mentioned in another post that approximately two weeks ago I had an encounter in my own property with gang members. The encounter never reached the point that would have justified shooting him, but only because he thought I was serious. He stood his ground for nearly a full minute with my glock on him, smirking at me, threatening, and calling me obscene things.
That's right, my glock. I had slipped it into my pocket on the way out to the trash with a bag of cat litter. On the way, I encountered the first thug and set it all in motion. It ended as unfinished business, with four hoodlums, with threats to return.
What was the first thing I did? Got out a different holster, and traded that 9mm for my colt trooper .357 magnum. If a guy broke into my home, I don't want the 9. The 9 was fine for carrying bags of kitty litter around.
Made for one hell of a weekend. No, he has never come back, and I've never seen him again anywhere in my neighborhood. In the meantime, I have not let a handgun out of my sight since then, and may never go unarmed again.
That's right, my glock. I had slipped it into my pocket on the way out to the trash with a bag of cat litter. On the way, I encountered the first thug and set it all in motion. It ended as unfinished business, with four hoodlums, with threats to return.
What was the first thing I did? Got out a different holster, and traded that 9mm for my colt trooper .357 magnum. If a guy broke into my home, I don't want the 9. The 9 was fine for carrying bags of kitty litter around.
Made for one hell of a weekend. No, he has never come back, and I've never seen him again anywhere in my neighborhood. In the meantime, I have not let a handgun out of my sight since then, and may never go unarmed again.