How many Americans on /k/ have actually ever used their constitutionally guaranteed right to bear arms to threaten another person by pointing their gun at them?
Also, did it include you yelling at said person things like "Get off my lawn you sunuvabitch!" or "Take your hands off my truck, motherfucker!"? And how did it turn out?
I am genuinely interested.
>be pizza delivery driver
>be a couple of weeks ago, 7pm ish
>deliver pizza to this pretty nice house
>knock on door, hear dog barking
>man, mid 30s, opens door dog behind him barking at me
>that will be $16.37 sir
>gives me money
>getting change out
>dog bites me, makes me drop change
>give dog a little kick so it leaves me alone
>man lunges at me and grabs arm
>pull out P-3AT
>doesnt let go of arm
>shoot him 3 times in chest
>wife comes to hall and starts screaming and runs to phone
>shoot at her 3 times and hit her once in the back
>shes on the ground bleeding and screaming
>walk over and double tap her in head
>hit her once and dry fire second time cuz the P-3AT doesnt have a slide stop
>dog finally shut the fuck up
>take pizza and throw it in a dumpster a couple of blocks from the store
>get back to store tell coworkers the blood is pizza sauce
>pretty good night after that, make like $40 in tips for a 5 hour shift
Its less of a hassle if you live in a blue state to use your fists or one of hundred objects in a home that would hurt if you hit someone with it.
I have these bed posts on a old bed that sure takes like 30 second to unscrew but is akin to the club the giants in Skyrim have.
i've never had to yet. i much prefer to avoid these kinds of dumb conflict situations were i might get shot at and also i live in an area with very few dindus of any race.
That being said, if i did feel like i was in genuine danger of getting killed by someone i would defend myself.
>this happened 3 months ago????
>be asleep on couch after work
>woke up by my dogs barking
>they usually bark a lot so no big deal
> probably mail man or something
> mfw dogs barking gets really bad and something is way wrong
> grab gun just to be safe
> hear side door opening
> ok not uncommon but dogs are really being aggressive and running around me
> walk towards door in the next room over
> hear "hey, dogs! It's ok! It's ok dogs!
> wtf!!! I don't recognize that voice...
> come around corner, gun drawn and 145ibs Tibetan mastiff by my side.
> the look on that tweekers face was fucking priceless.
> my dog knew what to do and charges.
> poor guy didn't even stand a chance and is trying to force the door closed on the dog
> runs away faster than anything I've ever seen
Honestly, having a large dog is probably the best form of home defense.
>moms now ex boyfriend is over
>drunk and playing darts
>starts acting like he is my dad
>"shut the fuck up dustin. i didnt need my dad around and i dont need you"
>sit on couch and start watching tv
>dustin throws dart at me
>misses because drunk
>grab AR off coffee table
>stick barrel in his face
>"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE BEFORE I KILL YOU"
>he starts screaming for me to shoot him
>hit him in stomach with the stock
>cousin helps me force him out
>dustin calls the cops
>give cops my side
>cousin gives cops the same story
>dustin gets caught lying to cops
>cops ask if i want to press charges
>decide not to
havent seen him once since this happened
I drew my gun and pointed it at a creeper at a portage in the BWCA. All I said was, "Don't."
He was edging closer and closer to my little sister and was fingering the clip on the knife he had in his pocket.
A couple times, but always in defense.
>staying in Ybor City for dad's surgery over at TGH
>getting pizza at 10pm after spending entire day at hospital
>hotel is Hampton Inn at the very end of Ybor City
>have to walk a couple of blocks to get to a pizza place
>got muh pizza, walking back to the hotel
>suddenly 5 hobos pop out in front of me and all start begging
>one black hobo wearing an old M65 jacket and holding some palm frans keeps following and begging
>tell him I don't have money
>he keeps following me
>tell him to fuck off or I'll call the cops
>suddenly he pulls out a straight razor
>drop my pizza, draw my gun
>dude randomly drops his knife, backpack, and palm frans and starts screeching
>ends up running the other way into the hood
>all the other hobos are just staring at me with an "what the fuck" look on their face
>holster my gun, pick up what's left of my pizza and run to the room
I was in shock, and completely confused by what happened. I ended up eating almost all of the pizza.
Another time (more recently)
>driving home from Orlando
>live in a shitty area of the Space Coast
>for reference, there had been multiple break-ins and attempts on m home/car
>exhausted from the colonoscopy I had to endure
>as I'm pulling on my street, I see a melanin-enriched fellow on my lawn peering into my house and had something in his hand
>stop short of my driveway, pull the handbrake, jump out of the car with gun drawn
>approach the giga nigga, barking commands "DROP IT DROP IT GET ON THE GROUND"
>giga nigga thankfully complies and starts begging for his life, starts talking about jesus and other seemingly schizophrenic ramblings
>pull out my phone as I'm standing over him gun drawn
>call 911, they take nearly 9 minutes to arrive
>cops arrest him, gather evidence, have me fill out police report, and leave
I've never had to, but I was in the car with a friend one night and he had to stop by the ATM.
Some dindu walked up to the car and tapped on the driver's side window with a switchblade
My friend just pulled his gun out and pointed it at the dindu and he shit his pants running away.
That guy got arrested a week later for trying to rob a convenience store in the same way and the Indian guy pulled on him too.
Both times I was intent on firing it if I had to, but because they surrendered (or in one case ran away screeching like an autist on /r9k/), I didn't have to. Why put myself in unnecessary legal ruin over a nigger or a hobo? Both cases were resolved peacefully, and nobody got hurt. Had they NOT complied, I would have shot them.
And yeah, I hate this shitty fucking state. I'm thinking about where to move next, but job constraints require me to be in a coastal area.
>What do you think about the people who say "The only time you should draw your gun is if you're going to fire it"?
This is dumb.
If you have the potential to deescalate a situation, use it.
Should have waiting before drawing your gun. If he attacked or ran at you, stand your ground would have had you covered.
But the paperwork and possibility of being labeled the next Zman would have sucked.
>"The only time you should draw your gun is if you're going to fire it"?
From a legal perspective, it's sad that this is usually your best option, because it's better for you to be the only side of the story than have Jamal get on the stand and have his lawyer say that he dindu nuffin and just needin monie for dem programs.
You also may have to deal with Jamal bringing his homies back to your house to break in or just burn it down to get revenge
The only time that I would immediately shoot is if I saw that they had a weapon of if they were inside my home. If someone just immediately surrenders, then shooting is just the bullet train to prison.
It's hilarious that we have a legal system where twelve people who are not in any danger and sitting in an air conditioned room get to decide if you shooting someone was or was not right
>just got back from shooting skeet, ferrying shit from truck to house
>young but fat black guy rushes off sidewalk, grabs me by collar, and pushes me through door as Im opening it
>awrite fool, gimme yoWHAM
>coldcock him with hardcase shotgun case
>open case, assemble shotgun, load shotgun, call cops, hold fat black guy at gun point with high end competition skeet gun til cops arrive
>guy goes to hospital for missing teeth and concussion then jail, eventually convicted of home invasion and simple battery
>getting gas in upscale neighborhood at dusk
>group of beanermobiles come tearing into gas station and block me in
>cholo gets out of the civic directly in front of my car
>yo fool, this is our territory fool
>cool man, Im just getting gas, I'll be gone in a minute..
>naw esse, you dont understand. Gotta pay taxes!
>Start reaching for my wallet, figuring they'd pinch like twenty bucks off me and leave
>Yeah esse, just need an ear!
>pulls a motherfucking cleaver out of his pants
>switch from my wallet to my iwb G19, draw as he starts walking towards me
>I fire 4x, he goes down
>swing over to the car on the other side of mine, putting my back to my car
>that car peels out
>swing around to the car behind mine
>that car tries to peel out, breaks traction and rams a pump, airbag goes off and KOs driver
>sprint into convenience store
>cashier already on phone with 911, sees pistol still in my hand and screams, oops
Hit the cholo 3x in the stomach, he lived but will be shitting in a bag in prison the rest of his life. 28 and his fifth violent gang felony.
>"Get off my lawn you sunuvabitch!
This is a great way to tell someone that may have grieviances towards you that you have guns in your house and aren't home for every single second of the day
just like stickers on cars, gun related shirts, I've even seen signs that stated the house was protected by (insert gun lingo here)
just had a thought; is it newguns that seem to lean toward showing their power level, most of the guys I know who grew up with guns don't feel the need for these announcements?
>hear dog barking
>go czech it out with Beretta 92S (Italian police model)
>crackhead neighbor is trying to open my kitchen door
>confront the crackhead
>"what are you trying to do bud?"
>Crackhead: "Oh, this is my friends house"
>Me: "No, its not"
>Him: "Oh, well is Clay here?"
>Me: "No, now get out"
>tell neighbor about it
Apparently my neighbor told him his name was clay and didn't give him his real name cause the dude was sketch as fuck.
the crackhead is fucking retarded and has tried to start shit with almost everyone on our block. He has actually been threatened with guns by other people on our block. Eventually he is gonna get shot.
this is mental illness that should be addresses in our country.
Not with free shit, but nobody need to die
> 21 years old at the time
> just sipping a drink because DD
> faving good time
> make a lame excuse to go out get my gun from my trailblazer
> chamber round and click on safety
> go back inside and chill
> suddenly my d8 passes out (shes been sober the whole time
>muscular short man comes in
> he grabs gf
> spring to feet
> stomp inside of knee and pull him back into my gun
> click off safety
> escort him outside
Mfw he was crying in his car until the cops artived
>be 19 in first apartment
>of course HD gun is a nugget
>have large drainage ditcH behind my pitiful back yard
>it's a good 10 foot drop from my yard to the bottom of the ditch
>kids use it to ditch (forgive my pun) the high school it leads to
>hear Crack head yelling at high schoolers one day
>look down into ditch, dude with such a large oversized beanie it looks like a funky balaclava is threatening some kids
>recognize him as the one my roomies and I call street ninja
>street ninja busts out a knife and begins to advance on kids yelling incoherently
>contemplating grabbing rifle, haven'tbeentrainedforthissituation.jpeg
>street ninja trips on old 40 bottle of king cobra
>somehow sits on the knife he had in his hands
>watch children run back to schoold
>look at neighbor and shrug
I then went to my shitty job at old navy. I believe street ninja survived the affair, but may be a casualty to drug overdose
Sorry, newfag here. Haven't figured out green text yet.
About 5 years ago. Living in shitty apartment in Saginaw Mich. Keep getting bothered by "dindu neighbor" (2 or 3 buildings over)
He keeps yelling from the parking lot. Wants a ride somewhere. I keep telling him no. He gets mad. Comes upstairs and pounds in my door. Sees 1911 on my hip. Proceeds to fuck off. Never had another problem there.
I had my gun drawn on this naked guy that was wearing an insect that looked like an ant on his head on my yard one time and the only excuse he had on my yard before I threaten to shoot him was "I was just feeding your children!!!"
I ain't got no damn fucking kids man I only got a damn ant infestation problem in my yard and there was a dead frog on my yard like what the fuck?
Fucker ran off screamning "hoopidy doopity!" Fucking weirdos man.
hardcore undercover femen ops to perpetuate the rape culture narrative
Old time cops and soldiers called this 'getting the word,' and accepted it as a weird law of nature. You could also get the word about your own impending death, though that may fall under 'self fulfilling prophecy'....
You got the word. Congratulations about being in tune with yourself.
A similar thing happened to me last year.. I did not have a gun with me.
>Come home from work
>See 2 obvious crackheads trying to pick my neighbours door,
>approach the crackeads
>"Did you boys forget your keys?"
>"Uhhh.. yeah.. ahh.. we did.." said one crackead
>me: "Where do you live?"
>Crackead #2: "Over there" *points at nearby apartment building*
>me: "So why are you trying to get in to that house?"
>Crackheads panick and run away. I called 911 and told my neighbor
No damage was done and they did not break in to any houses in my neighbourhood so I guess I'm a real hero.
>Huntsville, Tx. >
>Nice warm day in September
>out raising hell with 3 other off-duty cops on a day off
>drinking, casting and blasting
>car full of college kids pulls alongside at red light and drench us with super soaker water guns.
> tfw when they are staring down the barrels of 4 service revolvers
>car full of college kids
>buy laptop from sketchy nigger at mcdonalds
>nigger on a bike tries to rob me
>keep walking away since hes unarmed and doesnt want to get off his bike
>tries to fight me
>run in my house and up to my room and grab 12 g pump
>run outside and see him walking to my door
>point it at him
>he runs away
>he pretends to call police
>I call them after affair is done
>they say no one called and I tell them the situation
>no police report cause shitty city has better shit to do
>laptop is a piece of shit
i've used a gun to stop a robber, fucker grabbed the cashbag from the clerk of my local goodwill (i mean come on fucker, karma gonna get you back when you rob from motherfucking goodwill.)
This reads like a 13 year old nogunz power fantasy.
Yeah, she was like 19. But you've got a lot of spendy gear on you on a canoe trip (Kevlar boat is like $3500 alone, and easily fenced), figure creeper thought he could grab a hostage, bully us into giving him a decent score, and then beat feet or drag us to a secondary crime scene. After the fact I regretted not killing him because I started thinking about if he decided to try again with someone who wasn't armed, but my group would not have been able to keep their cool if I'd just straight up murdered chief creep and his timid would be accomplice.
Just ribbing you. BTW, found your profile pic on Facebook. Always thought you lived in New England, not Florida though....
>grandparents go south for the winter
>leave their massive farmland in the care of the family
>if i don't live on there some vietnamese family breaks into the house and grows crops on the land
>scatter like rats when confronted
>spend the previous year reading up on their shit
>find some promising shit
>dig out some small pits and lead wires through to them
>small homemade smoke grenades attached to wires
>dig out a hole in the garden patch where they grow their weird ass cucumbers
>grandparents leave around august
>put on my camo cargos, red cloth headband, uncles combat boots, no shirt, do shit camo using different body paints applied handprint style
>grab grandpa's m1 and uncles m16
>grab my rations and my car battery and hop in hole
>nows the hard part
>carefully roll dirt over my body
>grab my hollow bamboo
>make sure entire face is covered before slowly siddle my arms under the dirt
>prior months of practice pay off
>their chink tactics used against them
>they'll never suspect it
>no idea how long i laid there
>only move to eat
>moving the arm to the jerky an too my mouth takes forever
>at least a 4 hour process per meal
>days lose meaning
>track time by cold periods
>might have been 5 days total given 6 cold periods then 5 warm periods
>thumps far off
>too many to count but they get closer
>become the dirt itself as they tread over me
>wait a good 30 count of 60 Mississippi
>slowly rise from the dirt
>second i open my eyes i'm face to face with a child of maybe 8
>he just stares into my eyes
>stares into my fury
>he screams and runs
>ascend from my barrow as their patriarch finally notices me
>he grunts something i assume is a language to his mate
>they start to approach machetes drawn
>reach into my grave and pick up the weapons of my forefather that paved our way to freedom and the weapon of my mentor the one that paved his way through hell
"GET OFF MY FREEDOM YOU COMMIES!"
>my arms shriek the very call of freedom
>my voicebox screeches the constitution
>covered and protected by the very land that birthed me and mine
>i strode the earth a God of Freedom
>they ran. Cowards.
>no one visits grandpa's farm anymore
>not even the mormons
Damn broceph, I know exactly where and who you're talking about. Tbh, drawing on those dudes was more than enough, just reaching and threatening would have done the trick.
Two of the four times I had to pull were down in tampa.
>working near the VA hospital.
>much dark neighborhood
>finishing up job, collect cash payment from customer
>rare white trash hoodrat appears!
>tries to get ghetto in front of the brothas, pulls a knife, demands I hand over money.
>let him know he brought knife to gunfight
>wigger backs down, runs off
>get compliments from local brothas, offered weed and beer
Shit was pretty cash.
Second time in next post.
A gentleman tried to get inside my car while I was stopped at a red light in Gary, IN.
The sight of my Glock 19 changed his mind very quickly. Thank God because the EEEEEEEE would have been awful with the windows rolled up.
>Pause movie to grab stuff from kitchen. See someone inside car in driveway from window.
>Surprise mexidindu trying to steal shitty Kenwood tape deck from my shitty car.
>Yell something like, "Hey motherfucker get out.
>Bean hops out, brandishes some shitty autozone knife.
>Raise and point old S&W 38 snubbie.
>Instantly he drops it and breaks the 100 meter dash record.
>Yell a fuck you as he vanishes into the distance.
Yeah, I'm not saying I'm the one liable to shoot him... but he's running out of luck.
I agree; this degeneracy is killing our country. The worse part about this is i'm not really even in a bad neighborhood.
Indiana bro here. We have it and so does otherwise anti-fun Illinois.
I like being able to kill someone forcing their way into my home, no questions asked. Not that I wouldn't at least try to give them a loud verbal warning, but having the capability on the law books is quite a relief if you live in a high-crime neighborhood like I do
>visiting femanon FWB.
>doing some random manly work for her mother.
>crackhead father and friends show up, violate 500' restraining order.
>tell them to gtfo.
>sperm donor and friends get out of their car and start to hop the fence.
>goto truck, remove mini 14
>fire warning multiple warning shots, may have grazed one idk.
>spermdonor and crackhead friends run back into truck and start to drive away.
>dump 11 rounds into truck as they drive off
>have great sexytimes after other friends arrive to pull watch duty
This was a few years ago when packers went to the superbowl, had a friend over at my shitty little home in the suburbs because starving college student.
>watching game with bro who is just out of Airforce where he was MP and did lots of base protection over in the afganiland.
>Hear window in front room break
>hear squabbling with door lock
>bro goes through kitchen and then living room so he is to left of door.
>i go through dining room and short hall stopping in my room to grab my walther p22 .22LR
(i wanted to feel like bond, sue me.)
>wait in doorway to my front room watching front door as dindu figures out the latch and then opens door
>must have figured noone was home because i ride bike to work and friend took a cab
>wait for him to come fully through door where he looks around to see whats worth stealing
>sees me and eyes go wide
>just scream first thing that comes to mind: what anyone from a Samuel Jackson movie would say.
>FREEZE YOU MOTHERFUCKER. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST SON! GET THE FUCK ON THE GROUND!
>Dindu tries to run
>perfect tackle from MP chairforce mate to dindu and dindu goes down like a chump.
MP puts him in some pin and I call the cops.
>15minutes later cops show up and arrest dude. I'm white so i decide to press all available charges.
>so hyped on adrenaline mate and I dont even watch the game, just end up doing hype train and reliving it all night.
>by next day the story we tell the rest of the group i hang out with, 10 dindus all with AKs and we pick em off 1 by 1 with ninja skill.
MFW had to talk to calm as fuck 911 operator when hyped on Adrenalin, was so fucking not chill.
No idea who that is, Google says something about a /vg/ /v/ & /g/ poster into mobas?
Is there someone who claims to creep the BWCA?
Is he in his 40s, missing a bunch of teeth and 6'6" 150 lbs like a goddamn human spider?
Does he wear nothing but Marlboro points swag?
>stopped in local quickie mart for beer and snacks
>near midnight, based kebab owner waits for me, cause were cool like that.
>random dindu enters store, doesn't see me behind the shelves because manlet.
>pulls gun on store owner, demands cash
>kebab clerk starts to comply, thinking I'm taking cover.
>draw carry piece, sneak up behind dindu, place muzzle against back of the head, and say "Breathe and I'll blow your fucking head off!"
>dindu freezes, he can see me in mirror above the clerk.
>tell clerk to step aside, order dindu to put gun on counter
>restrain now disarmed dindu, have clerk call 911.
>30 minutes later
>holster weapon as I hear police arrive, spend two hours dealing with stupid questions from officer Oinkus
>store owner gibs me my beer, snacks and a pack of smokes for free.
Lucifer is a tripfag that really hates women to the point he won't even consider going to a therapist if there is going to be a women there and he claims that he has tried dating in the past but all 20 broke up with him with one half cheating on him and the other leaving him pure cold just like that and also he carries a pocket knife for protection but plans to get a ccw license to get a handgun to conceal carry and he also say he owns guns but we ain't sure on that.
Also he did say he wants to go see a therapist for anger issues but only if the therapist is a male and he stated that he will do his best to be on his good mood because he doesn't want any marks on his name that will disgard him from owning a gun.
The guy is a legit fucking lunatic when it comes to anger issues just last night he jumped on op's ass for not correcting the Wal-Mart employee simply because she was a woman.
Shivved a guy with my knife. Swear I didn't mean to go that deep but he grabbed a fist full of my wife's ass.
Stuck my gun to a guy's head when I walked up on him trying to get in my house.
No kills yet though.
Would you prefer him to believe in the protection of our Holy Mother, The Ever-virgin Mary?
>be me, in college
>chilling at home 12pm saturday
>get call from buddy that he needs a ride home
>place ive never been before
>go knock on the door (houseparty) and ask where my buddy is because he wasnt answering his phone
>some dude who seems like he is in charge lets me in tells me to look around
>I walk into the house and go to the basement/back yard area (house built into a hill) where the main party is
>three dudes come up to me, ask me who I know here
>tell them im just here to pick up my buddy, Im DDing if anyone needs a ride
>walk outside to look for buddy (I have been in the house 3 minutes at this point)
>three dudes plus three more follow me out
>they are preparing to kick my ass, to this day im not sure why
>I face them, ask them whats wrong
>one guy tells me i wasn't invited to the party
>tell him im sorry I just came to pick my buddy up, I will leave right now
>apparently this isn good enough (I think they were just drunk and wanted to fight someone and I was the only one they didnt know)
>tell them im REALLY sorry and im leaving RIGHT NOW and start walking towards the side of the house to try and get away
>two of them head me off, they try and surround me
>put my back to the wall, draw g30, and say "get the fuck back, Im leaving"
>at this point buddy sees me and runs over
>dudes are freaking out that I have a gun and telling me to put it away
>fuck that, keep gun out and back up slowly until im far enough away
>walk back to car and buddy yells at me about waving my gun around
>try to explain to him I wasn't about to get jumped by a bunch of frat guys
>he tells me they are good guys and I am overreacting
maybe I was, but I don't think so
plenty of stories start like that. no one cares about your reddit boogeyman
if he doesn't believe your justification he probably just don't think very much of you. you should ask him about it.
>apartment complex neglects to inform me a maintenance man is coming one morning
>be awoken to banging on my door and my door opening early one Saturday morning
>meet maintenance man with gun drawn
>he promptly leaves, feel really bad because our maintenance staff is outstanding
>scream out front desk for neglecting to tell me they were coming
>apologize profusely to mexi-bro who fixed my fan.
I still feel kind of bad about it but I honestly didn't know who just came through my front door unannounced.
>Live in the interior Alaska.
>Crazy bad drug and biker gang shit up here.
>Keep all 9 guns loaded
>Teach all my friends and family to treat all firearms as if they are loaded
>Because they are likely loaded
>It's almost mandatory to have a large dog here.
>I live 20 miles from the nearest town and tweekers still try.
>Had serious tweeker problem when I was 13 before I was a hasguns
>Now I'm just itching for some one to try to break in.
>Neighbors get ransacked and every thing destroyed in their house.
>Defcon 2, always have gun on my hip now.
>Keep a gun always in hands reach, but away from doors.
Either I'm going to leave this state with out any incident or else it's gonna be a phat police report/a lot of bleach on the floor boards. I hope it's the former.
It isn't as silly as it may sound. Even if your brain doesn't consciously register something the eye sees, you may have noticed subconsciously, which can lead to an uneasy feeling.
Not all are. Plenty are good people, just the bad apples seem to find their way to the surface, and receive much more press than all the other stuff they do (Large charity donations, college scholarships, make bank frequently, often pro-gun.).
Did you not even try to conceal the weapon?
I always answer the door with a gun when I'm not expecting company, but I don't fucking stick it in their face. Open with left hand, keep left side toward visitor, keep gun in right hand, conceal weapon behind door/body until situation resolved.
The fucking mexibros at my complex don't know I carry, and they have no reason to.
Used to work overnight in a gas station in Arkansas, grand land of the cholos, the methheads, and walmart.
Never actually had to draw thankfully. I'm not a big guy so I had my carry gun with me on the job despite that being a fireable deal. Couple of times I flipped the safety off, but that was about it. First was when some sketchy cholo looking motherfuckers walked in, second was when this one shirtless, fatass black guy wandered in and started yelling at people who weren't there. That was a weird night. Ended up watching him get toted off by the cops when one pulled up for a coffee break and this guy went out to go bang on their windows to ask for a ride.
Wish I was kidding. I quit a while after that. 8.25 an hour was not enough to put up with the bullshit in that job. Especially after one station up the road from me was robbed by some dindu with a .22 Ruger handgun.
Large charity donations was the only objectively good thing written there. Participation in a charity event/drive is not donating to charity. That is volunteering. People who actually put up money directly to an organization donate. Frats used to mean something 50 years ago. They are an excuse to party now.
I think I misrepresented the story. The guy was through my front door and IN my residence. Part of what woke me up was hearing my door open. He was Not waiting patiently at the door. Otherwise I wouldn't have come out of my bedroom with my gun out.
here's us after setting up camp in 2013
No no no,
It's when you are PREPARED to fucking fire it. >Hobo has a weapon and lethal intent: draw gun
>Urban youth attempting to break in and steal yo shit: maybe not draw right away, but if it means he might get away and escape prosecution for attempted robbery, use it to detain him
I've only had to pull a gun on a guy once.
>be me, 17 years old
>we're renting one of our spare houses to a friend's family
>they're behind on rent
>my dad tells the woman of the family that they need to pay their rent
>she goes and cries to her husband that my father yelled at her or something
>he comes up to our house and starts yelling at my father
>he eventually throws a suckerpunch at my dad
>he's a big burly guy, I don't wanna chance getting into a fight with him
>run to my parents' room and grab my dad's 1911
>force him to leave the house
shit was cash
>hear loud Crack downstairs
>run down with my kalash but nothings there
>hear some rustling in the backyard so I turn my taclight on and open the door while yelling get out of my lawn
>just a cat that knocked my cactus down from the window ledge
>give him some left over tuna from dinner, pretend to operate around the dark house for a while and go back to bed
Only story, and it's predictably lame but I'll try and illustrate my thought process.
>Loud slam from downstairs door.
>Half awake, sit up in bed
>Must be nothing--
>Sounds like someone's trying to break in.
>Groggily fumble with my nightstand for the semi-hidden drawer with my 586 in it.
>Third slam while I'm loading it.
>Hands shaking, takes way too damned long to get bullets into cylinder.
>Get up, don't cock hammer because I'm a huge pussy
>Which is why I have a large DA revolver in the first place, I imagine
>Hear the slam again and start turning on lights like a weasel on crack, trying to convince Mr Crackhead that house is occupied
>Heart beating like a jackhammer
>Every light in house on
>Make my way to stairs to front door
>Slam comes again
>Outside lights on
>Keep telling myself to keep finger off trigger because I'll probably shoot my dick off with how much i'm shaking
>Doing pretty much everything wrong.
>Didn't call cops, didn't barricade self in room, etc
>Would totally go to jail if i shot gun for any reason at this point
>Screen door wasn't closed properly
>Wind making it bang into the front door
>Curse loudly and lock it.
>Spend the next few days re-evaluating my intruder dealing with plans.
>afternoon, hearing dogs going nuts
>they usually bark at mailmen/school bus, etc.
>Barking getting more aggressive
>go out to see wtf is going on
>some tweeker-hippy looking jackwagon is right up against the fence trying to pet them/feed them something
>ask him kindly what the fuck is he doing
>"o-oh, i just wanted to make some friends" with some dazed out look
>tell him that they don't make friends
>"aww, c'mon man it doesnt have to be this way"
>dudes giving weird vibes, so i tell him to fuck off before i get my gun.
Never saw him before or after that, so i know he wasn't from around there.
>America isn't third world anon!
Lol this confirms the fact that 99.99999% of liberals haven't ever set foot in inner city neighborhoods. Literally looks 3rd world. Especially in really shitty ghetto towns like we have here in nj.
No you don't have a right to brandish your arm at a human or game creature out of season. You can carry the thing around pointed in a safe direction. That's it. Stop this silliness.
Have you seen some of the shit tier housing in south jersey? Those are worse looking in my opinion.
Niggers cant take care of anything.
>pic semi related
I was pretty scared, and the non-existent intruder wasn't 'inside' yet so I figured if all the lights jumped on he'd quit banging on the door. Course it turned out to be wind but hey, I admitted my response was pisspoor.
Glory hallelujah. Genuinely surprised and delighted there's hunting up there, I figured it was strictly a nature preserve.
Boundary Waters is a small patch of heaven on earth. Shhh, don't let the masses find out.
I have a Luger belt buckle like pic-related, but that's just because I'm an edgy Wehraboo faggot. Otherwise I agree completely.
im american, with a latino ethnicity, and thankfully i never been put in that situation, so i never had to. also im from the city, so i dress pretty gangster, i never had problems with any one fucking with me.
One does not use deadly force, or the threat of deadly force, unless they have a "reasonable fear for their life" ....this includes getting kids to stay off one's lawn.
I salute you for coming to this forum and asking to have your biases dissuaded, rather than confirmed. It's a rarity on the internet, really.
I drew my gun on two occasions while working as a security guard back in the 90's. I never fired it, but in both situations, i was in reasonable fear for my life. I've never done so in a civilian capacity (although a security guard is pretty much a civilian).
I kept a loaded .45 nearby when the lights when out here in Southern California a few years back. Never know what those dindus are gonna do when the electricity is off.
>trippin on the lsd with friends
>hear randoms in my kitchen
>see airsoft walther p99 on table
>turn around and operator the fuck out
>"WHO THE FUCK IS IN MY KITCHEN"
>its some guy another roomate invited over
>he is in some kind of standing fetal position
>time stops for a few seconds
>this guy is about to cry/shit on my floor
>hand fakegun to him and go sit back down
>5 min later he comes out and says
>"I thought I was already dead."
>time stops for a few seconds
>this guy is about to cry/shit on my floor
>hand fakegun to him and go sit back down
>5 min later he comes out and says
>"I thought I was already dead."
>head explodes all over my carpet
>hit 3 times in stomach
but seriously, tell me more about this encounter. like how close was he? did you have time to see down the sights, or just point shoot? rushed and shot one handed or used normal 2 hand grip? were you aiming at stomach or just adrenaline and need to get rounds out prevented nice COM shots?
>working security for local rave on golf course
>fight breaks out in smoking area
>assholes break 3 windows in golf courses reception/lobby area
>EVERYONE OUT NOW
>clear out the buildings and begin egressing the lawns
>this dumb latina bitch wants to fight too
>picks a fight her mans side chick
>lol, just get the fuck gone
>"na, you fat neckbeard motha fucka. white trash, irish looking green nigger"
>"get the fuck away from me" begins screaming RAPE
>she starts taking pictures on her flip phone and says she going to send them to her cousin, would you like your corpse to be gnawed by desert creatures? or cremated? etc.
>let her friends take her to their vehicle, they were pretty chill. very apologetic
>goes to her trunk and picks up one of those cheap stamped steel wrenches/hub cap removers, begins to threaten me with it
>draw firearm and hold it behind my leg, continue to instruct her to get in the car
>her friends wrestle the wrench away from her and being forcing her lard ass into the passenger seat
>she slips them like a ninja and runs up on me
>take two steps forward and shove the barrel into her chest, loose my cool and flip. start threatening.
>coworker calms me down, and quietly whispers holster it in my ear.
>cuts me off, and begins wrestling her with the baton
>she gets in the car finally and leaves, says she'll sue me
>chain smoke about 5 cigarettes to calm down
i was young, and let some bitch nag me into rage.
>be me getting groceries
>stupid soccermom steals my parking spot
>point my gun at that stupid cunts head and execute her in front of her screaming children
>racist cops show up and let me off the hook because she was a drug dealing nigger
Yeah no I'm not playing into your liberal fantasy. Well.. Fuck.
Anyway I realize it's a huge responsibility as well as liability, I would only use it if deadly force was justified. As in I'm under threat of death or serious harm. The only people who deserve to have guns pointed at them are ones who should be shot anyway, so I'd just shoot them. If they don't need to be shot why point a gun at them? You have other options such as leaving the area of the threat or calling the police to handle the situation. A deadly weapon is for situations where those are not an option, and I hope you all realize that or you're going to be studying the inside of a cell.
na man, she was drunk. I only regret how I handled the situation, no one got hurt so only that weighs on me.
i should've backed off from the start and realized that i had become a "trigger" in that situation. sometimes it's best to let someone else handle it if you know your presence will only escalate a situation.
>If someone just immediately surrenders, then shooting is just the bullet train to prison.
Provided you kill them, they don't really get to tell the cops they surrendered, do they?
>1:32 AM, walking home from work
>creepy indian dude has been following me since I got off the train
>get text from manager, dude was asking if i'd be available the next morning cuz dipshit coworker got a dui
>as i'm answering the text the curry catches up to me and grabs me from behind
>no no no no no
>5'5" twig against a 5'9" indian that weighs probably twice as much as I dude, this isn't going to end well
>he starts licking my neck and fondling my breasts
>fuck fuck fuck no no no
>struggle against him, eventually get free enough that I manage to get my can of mace out of my purse
>spray him, get some of it on my face, keep spraying him anyways
>eventually lets me go
>keep spraying him even after he starts puking
>eventually the can runs out and I book it
>tell mom about what happened when I get home, she's hella pissed and calls the cops
>cops arrive an hour and a half later, by that time the guy is already gone
>take my statement (and some food from the fridge) and leave
Basically, this is why every state should have constitutional carry. I got sexually assaulted another time, which is what prompted me to illegally CC since Illinois cc permits are too expensive for me right now.
Sometimes I legitimately forget that women are on this board and I had a moment where I went "Huh, I don't think I've ever heard anyone talk about a gay indian before" and then I remembered that men don't typically have breasts.
>My right to bear arms means I have a constitutional right to point my guns at other people in a threatening manner
You're pretty fucking stupid, OP. Do you not know what the word "bear" means?
Come across the river. Life is better West of the Mississippi.
That said, here is my story.
No greentext as I fucking suck at green text.
Was visiting my buddy who lives in ND. He lives near Fargo which apparently has a massive somali population. Once one wonderful night as we came back from a pool hall some upstanding gentlemen decided to block my car in. Sadly for them I like to pull my pistol and holster out and stick it between the seat and center console while driving. So I had my holstered gun in hand. Pushed the holster off and presented to the fine upstanding immigrant. Said gentleman and his buddies promptly fucked off (one in their car, one at my window, and one at my buddies window). Then me and my buddy went back to his house and got wasted.