Bman505
01-20-2009, 11:34 AM
Here is a story I read today and thought I would share with all of you. Just another reason we carry!
In 1982, we were living in --------- County, ------- Florida. We were still saving for our home, so we opted to live in a "quiet" mobile home park. It was behind a large cow pasture, and bounded by Railroad lines in the rear of the property.
The park was mostly retired people, snowbirds, and young couples. Across the way, was a mobile home that attracted many young people at all hours. At first, no one paid attention as they kept the noise down and seemed to be OK people. Then, strange people began to show. The property began to become somewhat rundown... which leads me to the crux...
An individual drove in one quiet Sunday afternoon, but his intentions were to exact revenge from those residents. He drove his vehicle directly into the front of the mobile home, knocking the tie down straps loose. He backed up again, and spun into the front side of the home. We heard all the racket, and thought there had been an accident.
We called the Sheriff's Department, and I stepped outside, with my .38 in my pocket, to see what was going on.
Now the individual was in a frenzy, and had hit any object he could. He aimed his vehicle at our two vehicles and smashed the truck into the car. He again backed up, but now he saw me. We made eye contact as he had started driving directly at my person. I was literally trapped between my mobile home and his speeding car.
I reached into my pocket, removed the .38, and screamed for him to stop. He didn't.
I shot one round.
I hit the drivers side windshield, and the bullet grazed the right side of his head. Along with the glass shards, the round had caused enough blood that he could not see. He hit a tree (an Oak), and scrambled out of the totaled vehicle.
He tried to run to the woods, but did not make it. I hit him with all of my body force, and dropped him solid to the ground. I kept my knee across his windpipe, and within three minutes, it was all over: the --------- County Sheriff's Office arrived and the Deputies took him into custody.
Bottom line, the .38 saved my life and possibly others. As we came to find out "Dewey" was no stranger to the law. The vehicle he used was stolen, he was "high" on some concoction of drugs.
We were told by the State Attorney's Office we would receive restitution for all the damages, though we never received a penny. I know that when I walk the streets and I pass a man who has a deep scar on his right side of his head, well that might just be "Dewey".
This story came from USCCA.
In 1982, we were living in --------- County, ------- Florida. We were still saving for our home, so we opted to live in a "quiet" mobile home park. It was behind a large cow pasture, and bounded by Railroad lines in the rear of the property.
The park was mostly retired people, snowbirds, and young couples. Across the way, was a mobile home that attracted many young people at all hours. At first, no one paid attention as they kept the noise down and seemed to be OK people. Then, strange people began to show. The property began to become somewhat rundown... which leads me to the crux...
An individual drove in one quiet Sunday afternoon, but his intentions were to exact revenge from those residents. He drove his vehicle directly into the front of the mobile home, knocking the tie down straps loose. He backed up again, and spun into the front side of the home. We heard all the racket, and thought there had been an accident.
We called the Sheriff's Department, and I stepped outside, with my .38 in my pocket, to see what was going on.
Now the individual was in a frenzy, and had hit any object he could. He aimed his vehicle at our two vehicles and smashed the truck into the car. He again backed up, but now he saw me. We made eye contact as he had started driving directly at my person. I was literally trapped between my mobile home and his speeding car.
I reached into my pocket, removed the .38, and screamed for him to stop. He didn't.
I shot one round.
I hit the drivers side windshield, and the bullet grazed the right side of his head. Along with the glass shards, the round had caused enough blood that he could not see. He hit a tree (an Oak), and scrambled out of the totaled vehicle.
He tried to run to the woods, but did not make it. I hit him with all of my body force, and dropped him solid to the ground. I kept my knee across his windpipe, and within three minutes, it was all over: the --------- County Sheriff's Office arrived and the Deputies took him into custody.
Bottom line, the .38 saved my life and possibly others. As we came to find out "Dewey" was no stranger to the law. The vehicle he used was stolen, he was "high" on some concoction of drugs.
We were told by the State Attorney's Office we would receive restitution for all the damages, though we never received a penny. I know that when I walk the streets and I pass a man who has a deep scar on his right side of his head, well that might just be "Dewey".
This story came from USCCA.