Yeah, I dunno what I'd have done if he'd gone for it. Mid-air armbar probably. Seriously though it's weirdly comforting to think we're all a little feral when we need to be.Whoa@FeeO, tapping into your animal instinct
What is the scariest situation you've ever been in?
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Glad it worked out. A piece of advice I would give any woman over the age of 16. Carry this in your purse.
Bought one for both my wife and daughter. You never know when it may come in handy.
Ups to this. I've got a mini bear spray now.Glad it worked out. A piece of advice I would give any woman over the age of 16. Carry this in your purse.
Bought one for both my wife and daughter. You never know when it may come in handy.
And for the ladies over the age of 21,thisGlad it worked out. A piece of advice I would give any woman over the age of 16. Carry this in your purse.
Bought one for both my wife and daughter. You never know when it may come in handy.
This too. I've got a 9mm in the house for anyone with balls enough to break in.And for the ladies over the age of 21,this
Oooooo not a 9mm fan, too fast, not enough damage. Unless you're rocking hydra shocks
No pistol does enough damage for my liking when my life is on the line and I'm on my home turf. A pump action shotgun with an 18.5 or 20 inch barrel loaded up with 00 buck is the reigning, defending, undisputed king of stomping things that go bump in the night. I'd still like a Beretta 92 though.
I have an 18.5 in 870 with pistol grip, collapsible stock, and ammo holder behind the head board. Little too much kick for most ladies.
Very true, so are most pistols bigger than a .380 or 9mm.
I should add up to about 24 inches is adequate to not be cumbersome in tight spots.
Some dudes chased after me with guns out as I got out of my car going home. I took off running. One shot me and I fell like a sack of potatoes cause it shattered my femur. Dude leaned over me with gun pointed at me. I thought that was it. It wasn't cause he took off.
No clue on the real reason of all this but I'm thinking it was an attempted kidnapping.
No clue on the real reason of all this but I'm thinking it was an attempted kidnapping.
Stabbed with a wooden-handled steak knife the last day of 6th grade. As part of this fucktard's gang initiation.
Shot at while driving away from a fairly sizable coke deal. I had my seat leaned back back then, and the bullet went through my back drivers side window, through my headrest, over my right shoulder, and into my dashboard.
I got married.
Shot at while driving away from a fairly sizable coke deal. I had my seat leaned back back then, and the bullet went through my back drivers side window, through my headrest, over my right shoulder, and into my dashboard.
I got married.
Firing a shotgun without earplugs in a small enclosed space, such as a room, in the dead of night. Yeah... I'd like to keep my ears functioning thank you
Crazy fucking stories....here's my Big Ol Frat...
Senior Year of High School...went to a party after the Friday night game. The party was in a known gang area called Sunrise. I had dealt with plenty of gang members around my house, so I wasn't too worried. The crazy thing about this 8 to 10 block neighborhood is that there was only one way in and one way out, although I didn't really realize it at the time. I was driving my Blue 57 Bug and had 3 other friends with me. Another group of friends, all in one of their, parents Van would meet us there later. As we're searching for the party...some older Cholo comes out of his houses and waves us down and just started cursing at us. We said fuck this and started to drive off. He gets in to his old Monte Carlo and starts to follow us. We think we lost him driving though the maze of blocks, but there he was waiting for us at the one street to get out. We get out of the neighborhood on to a busier street and he fucking rams us from back. I floor it, but my bug had like a 1500cc engine and with 4 dudes in it, was maxing out at like 50 or 60mph. He rammed us two more times...and as we came up to a T intersection, I ran the red and made a hard left. My car spins out..and we're just sitting their dazed. Dude gets out of his car..goes to his trunk and starts loading a shotgun. We're all freaking the fuck out...
I start my bug again..and decide to go right this time.....dude gets back in his car and starts after us again. We get about 4 or 5 blocks down and he starts to drive us on to the sidewalk. I slam on the breaks and right then I notice my other friends in in the Van...they saw us getting chased and followed. Like out of a movie, the van pulls up...side door slides open and all four of us jump out of my car and in to the van. As we drove away, I see the dude pointing the shotgun at us...standing next to my abandoned car, but he doesn't shoot. I'm freaked because of all this shit and I'm abandoning my cherry 57 bug. We go to the police station tell them what happened. They follow us back to where my car was...headlights still on, both doors wide open, but Cholo was long gone. We end up finding out that there had been a drive by at the party we were looking for and the car was a blue fucking VW bug. We were a bunch of white guys with spiked hair, so I'm guessing that the guy with the shotgun eventually realized we weren't the ones when he saw us jump in to the van, which is why he didn't fire. I was fucking freaked for a month...hiding my bug in the backyard (it had a real unique paint job) and even wanted to sell it at some point. Luckily it all blew over
Another time...I had my apt. visited by a gang member while I was at work bartending to "tax" my roommate as he was selling meth in their hood. They ended up shooting him twice, but he lived. I got a call at work from another friend saying my roommate was in the hospital, what happened and not to go home. They got a couple of grand in cash, a couple of ounces of speed and a 1/2 pound of weed from him, iirc. Everything I owned was in that pad...all my basses and amps, as well as my dope (I had a bad habit back then) and I had no where to go.....I left work and got to the apartment (really a duplex) and entered the place scared shitless. When I opened the door I could still see the blood on the kitchen floor. My roommate had a gun, so I checked where he kept it and it was still there. I cleaned up the blood, locked all the doors, turned off all the lights and slept between the couch and the wall with his shitty .25 on my chest. Nothing happened...but it took me about 3 weeks to gather enough bread to move...and it was a scary ass 3 weeks.
I got i to many other fights and even had a dude take a chunk out of my cheek with either a sharpened screwdriver or an ice pick, but those two times really had me scared.
That was 25 years ago though....I don't fuck with hard drugs and am much smarter about the people I associate with.
Senior Year of High School...went to a party after the Friday night game. The party was in a known gang area called Sunrise. I had dealt with plenty of gang members around my house, so I wasn't too worried. The crazy thing about this 8 to 10 block neighborhood is that there was only one way in and one way out, although I didn't really realize it at the time. I was driving my Blue 57 Bug and had 3 other friends with me. Another group of friends, all in one of their, parents Van would meet us there later. As we're searching for the party...some older Cholo comes out of his houses and waves us down and just started cursing at us. We said fuck this and started to drive off. He gets in to his old Monte Carlo and starts to follow us. We think we lost him driving though the maze of blocks, but there he was waiting for us at the one street to get out. We get out of the neighborhood on to a busier street and he fucking rams us from back. I floor it, but my bug had like a 1500cc engine and with 4 dudes in it, was maxing out at like 50 or 60mph. He rammed us two more times...and as we came up to a T intersection, I ran the red and made a hard left. My car spins out..and we're just sitting their dazed. Dude gets out of his car..goes to his trunk and starts loading a shotgun. We're all freaking the fuck out...
I start my bug again..and decide to go right this time.....dude gets back in his car and starts after us again. We get about 4 or 5 blocks down and he starts to drive us on to the sidewalk. I slam on the breaks and right then I notice my other friends in in the Van...they saw us getting chased and followed. Like out of a movie, the van pulls up...side door slides open and all four of us jump out of my car and in to the van. As we drove away, I see the dude pointing the shotgun at us...standing next to my abandoned car, but he doesn't shoot. I'm freaked because of all this shit and I'm abandoning my cherry 57 bug. We go to the police station tell them what happened. They follow us back to where my car was...headlights still on, both doors wide open, but Cholo was long gone. We end up finding out that there had been a drive by at the party we were looking for and the car was a blue fucking VW bug. We were a bunch of white guys with spiked hair, so I'm guessing that the guy with the shotgun eventually realized we weren't the ones when he saw us jump in to the van, which is why he didn't fire. I was fucking freaked for a month...hiding my bug in the backyard (it had a real unique paint job) and even wanted to sell it at some point. Luckily it all blew over
Another time...I had my apt. visited by a gang member while I was at work bartending to "tax" my roommate as he was selling meth in their hood. They ended up shooting him twice, but he lived. I got a call at work from another friend saying my roommate was in the hospital, what happened and not to go home. They got a couple of grand in cash, a couple of ounces of speed and a 1/2 pound of weed from him, iirc. Everything I owned was in that pad...all my basses and amps, as well as my dope (I had a bad habit back then) and I had no where to go.....I left work and got to the apartment (really a duplex) and entered the place scared shitless. When I opened the door I could still see the blood on the kitchen floor. My roommate had a gun, so I checked where he kept it and it was still there. I cleaned up the blood, locked all the doors, turned off all the lights and slept between the couch and the wall with his shitty .25 on my chest. Nothing happened...but it took me about 3 weeks to gather enough bread to move...and it was a scary ass 3 weeks.
I got i to many other fights and even had a dude take a chunk out of my cheek with either a sharpened screwdriver or an ice pick, but those two times really had me scared.
That was 25 years ago though....I don't fuck with hard drugs and am much smarter about the people I associate with.
My hearing is shot so I'm good lol
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Ear ringing > Living? You're doing it wrong.
You can survive a home invasion with weapons other than a shotgun. Logic: you're doing it wrong.
Think about how dumb a shotgun is for this situation. If you fire a shotgun you now have a spread of damage hitting everything in that general area. We're talking drywall, electrical, furniture, possibly innocent family members in another room. You are going to be partially deaf for a bit so if you miss you aren't going to be able to hear where he's ran off to in the house.
Is it effective? Yeah? But so is a granade. Doesn't mean it's the best available option.
A 45 with a Lazer sight will put a guy down without all the unecessary damage to your surroundings.
But you also have to think about penetration when it comes to home defense. A shotgun will not have near the penetration that a .45 ACP round will have. I see where you are coming from though.
This is the spread of 00 buck at 12 feet:
It's hardly going to damage everything in the general area. It's also only going to be negligibly louder than a .45, and in that situation with adrenaline pumping, you aren't going to notice much of a bang from either of them.
I agree that comparing between pistols, shotguns and rifles, shotguns have always been the easiest on my ears. Having said that, I hear my shotgun at the range, shooting it in the field I don't even notice it.
Having said that we have members here more qualified to speak on the subject.
@ThatOneDude maybe want to chime in?
*shrugs*
To each their own.
Just for the sake of carrying on the conversation I think the AK47 in the open was the harshest on my ears of any weapon I've fired
To each their own.
Just for the sake of carrying on the conversation I think the AK47 in the open was the harshest on my ears of any weapon I've fired