Le Français
11-12-2011, 11:41 PM
Something happened a few hours ago that I think you might find interesting.
I was walking through my neighborhood after dark, and as I headed home I became aware of an altercation further down the street. The first sign of trouble was the sound of two people screaming at each other, and as I approached I saw a man chasing another who was screaming something akin to "Oh, you're gonna tase me?!" He sounded frightened, but combative at the same time. I heard the distinctive crackle of a stun gun, and I saw the blue light flash.
These two clowns were now about fifty meters north of my driveway, and I was about the same distance south of it. As I quickened my pace (not running in order to avoid unwanted attention), the stun gunner stopped chasing the other guy and came running towards me, yelling unintelligibly. Yellow having turned to bright orange, I gripped my holstered pocket pistol (but did not draw) and continued to walk forward, towards my house. I arrived at one corner of my front yard just as the BG arrived at the driveway on the other side of the house. After glancing at me, he turned and ran up the driveway towards the garage. Knowing that several of my loved ones were inside the house, I was about to run into the yard and intercept him when he ran back down the driveway, onto the sidewalk and headed straight for me again. I was still on the sidewalk at this point. I stepped onto the street to give myself some room, and brought my LX2 (awesome flashlight) to chest level. He was still several meters away when he turned yet again and walked quickly into my yard towards the side door. (Little did he know that on the other side of the door, capable hands were gripping a Glock 17, ready to repel boarders.)
I could see a black object in his hand, and, still gripping my pistol, I lit him up with the Surefire and loudly asked him what he was doing, also informing him that this was my property. He immediately turned towards me and away from the house, eyes downcast, and said "I'm sorry, man, I'm really sorry. I didn't know this was your property, I'm really sorry. I'm just looking for a stick. Sorry man." As he spoke, he walked down the street, eyes averted (the two hundred lumens on his face might have had something to do with that).
Three police cars arrived as I got in the house, and as far as I could tell the officers spoke with the man who had been chased earlier and ultimately took the BG into custody without issues.
Now, what a narrative like this fails to convey is the rapidity at which these events unfolded. It was all over very quickly. I do think, however, that I could have done a better job of placing myself between the house and the potential threat. This would have served a dual purpose. First, it would have permitted a fast and unhindered retreat towards heavier weapons, and second, it would have ensured that my house did not catch any of my bullets if I were forced to fire.
Feel free to comment and criticize at will.
I was walking through my neighborhood after dark, and as I headed home I became aware of an altercation further down the street. The first sign of trouble was the sound of two people screaming at each other, and as I approached I saw a man chasing another who was screaming something akin to "Oh, you're gonna tase me?!" He sounded frightened, but combative at the same time. I heard the distinctive crackle of a stun gun, and I saw the blue light flash.
These two clowns were now about fifty meters north of my driveway, and I was about the same distance south of it. As I quickened my pace (not running in order to avoid unwanted attention), the stun gunner stopped chasing the other guy and came running towards me, yelling unintelligibly. Yellow having turned to bright orange, I gripped my holstered pocket pistol (but did not draw) and continued to walk forward, towards my house. I arrived at one corner of my front yard just as the BG arrived at the driveway on the other side of the house. After glancing at me, he turned and ran up the driveway towards the garage. Knowing that several of my loved ones were inside the house, I was about to run into the yard and intercept him when he ran back down the driveway, onto the sidewalk and headed straight for me again. I was still on the sidewalk at this point. I stepped onto the street to give myself some room, and brought my LX2 (awesome flashlight) to chest level. He was still several meters away when he turned yet again and walked quickly into my yard towards the side door. (Little did he know that on the other side of the door, capable hands were gripping a Glock 17, ready to repel boarders.)
I could see a black object in his hand, and, still gripping my pistol, I lit him up with the Surefire and loudly asked him what he was doing, also informing him that this was my property. He immediately turned towards me and away from the house, eyes downcast, and said "I'm sorry, man, I'm really sorry. I didn't know this was your property, I'm really sorry. I'm just looking for a stick. Sorry man." As he spoke, he walked down the street, eyes averted (the two hundred lumens on his face might have had something to do with that).
Three police cars arrived as I got in the house, and as far as I could tell the officers spoke with the man who had been chased earlier and ultimately took the BG into custody without issues.
Now, what a narrative like this fails to convey is the rapidity at which these events unfolded. It was all over very quickly. I do think, however, that I could have done a better job of placing myself between the house and the potential threat. This would have served a dual purpose. First, it would have permitted a fast and unhindered retreat towards heavier weapons, and second, it would have ensured that my house did not catch any of my bullets if I were forced to fire.
Feel free to comment and criticize at will.