So, at 3am I wake up for no reason (dogs were quite and the kids asleep) and decide to go out front and smoke. As I leave the master bedroom, I grab my gun, which I carry every waking moment, and walk downstairs.
I walk outside to find someone on my front porch at the window like they were trying to get in. He's about 5 feet and walking away. I yelled "Hey!" and he turned. From about 8 or 9 feet away he moves towards me, holding something like a screwdriver...
I screamed "Get [removed] down!" and a few other select phrases as I reach for my gun. As I start the draw (now, I practice everyday and am at the range at least 4 or 5 times a week working on drills and would consider myself pretty advanced) He turns with this look of terror and tears out of there across my yard.
He's running so fast that he gets away from himself and bites the curb on the other side of the street. At this point (I'm not looking for too much critique as I know what I did, and consciously chose to do so, though i understand the potential consequences of my actions) I'm advancing towards him until he's out of my yard.
Now, I hear a car start in front of my house, that I somehow completely missed, and start to burn tire... Well, I know I can't catch the guy that's half a block away and also know it's not the best idea, but I want to get some info...
So, I know I can out-drive the guy in the car.. I run in and grab my keys (again, I know what I did here and I chose to do so. Not looking for a fight, but wanted a plate) and take off in that direction still seeing the lights a block and a half away. I follow him through the neighborhood and back to Ocean Dr. He sees me and takes off. He was driving back and forth like he was looking for his buddy.
We're cruising at a good clip and I get on his bumper and get the plate number. Called the police then and they came by. Gave them all the info and they said they'd see what happens. I don't expect much, but at least there's a record. Last time they smashed a window in the Z, this time both the Mercedes and Jag were in the driveway. The porch light was on.
Now, I know what I did here and should maybe have hung back, but I wanted a plate. The only reason I didn't fire, and I was setting the trigger as I drew and about to shoot, was because he was turning his back to me. I followed because there's been a number of home invasions and burglaries and we're sick of it. The cops were ok with it, surprisingly. They also had said it was good to get the plate, though I thought I'd catch some crap since one was a shooting buddy.
Now, this is the third situation I've been in in 11 years that almost or did result in gunfire. Not good luck. We live in a very nice area of town, but it most certainly doesn't make us immune.
It never fails to amaze me how things happen. I instinctively went to my gun and drew without having to think. Everything was fluid. as they ran and drove erratically, I was able to do so with purpose, almost relaxed and on autopilot.
Once I got the plate, I backed off and pulled over. I have an iPhone 4 and went to punch it in to notes or the ToDo app I have, but couldn't figure it out like that part of my brain shut down, so I sent it as a text to the last person I messaged. I assume since I text often, it was memory, just like the draw and movement off the line. The notes is something I only use now and then and actually had to think about it, that's why it didn't work, I assume.
At 4:45am, 1 hour and 45 minutes later, the police knock. They ask if I want to go take a look at a guy and see if I could identify one of them. Apparently, they saw a Trailblazer (not the Hyundai I saw) scoping out cars or houses and tried to pull them over. They ran and were caught.
The 2 guys and 1 girl were from the West Side, a filthy, dirty area where all the little wannabe gang bangers live and collect welfare and food stamps.. The girl had a gun and went to jail for unlicensed concealed carry and eluding, scumbag #2 went for pot and scumbag #3 had nothing since I guess he stayed in the car, so they had me look. It was clearly not him, though in my moment of anger, I really felt like saying it was so they could at least throw a trespassing charge, if not something more. Not sure if there's anything there for any type of assault of attempted burglary.
Anyway, I'm still surging a bit and pretty angry, so excuse any attitude I may seem to have. I'm sick of these filthy [removed] taking from people like me that work. If you want what I have, get a career. I've got news for them, they can rob and steel everyday for the rest of their lives and I can assure you, they'll never have 1/10th of what I do.
Anyway, it is what it is. I almost shot the guy, one half second more and I'd be telling you how well Ranger T works. I probably should have gone back inside, but I knew what I was getting into and to be honest, I'm sick of it. I wanted a plate number or anything. I let my anger take over for a moment, but I had enough control not to shoot someone in the back...
After I got back and went upstairs and woke my wife. I started to tell her what happened and just completely lost it for about a minute or two. It's amazing how the body works and gives you what you need to make it through a particular situation. It's over now and I don't expect anything to come of it, though they have the plate and maybe I'll hear something, though that's probably wishful thinking.
I just wanted to let y'all know. Hopefully I prevented something very bad from happening. If anyone has anything to add, let me know.
I'll end with the comment that hindsight is 20/20 and unless YOU PERSONALLY have been in a defensive shooting (or very close too) please don't tell me what you WOULD have done because I can assure you, I would have told you yesterday that I'd do this and that completely differently than I did. So, without having been there, it's the equivalent of telling someone Glocks feel like crap and are very inaccurate when you've only held one once or twice and shot one or two mags, if at all.....which I SEE DAILY ON HERE!
Thanks to all that hung in there through my ramblings!