My only experience happened:
When I was on my way to an IPSC match back in 1998; I had to work late that evening, so when I got on hwy 37 south down to Corpus Christi, it was around 10:30pm. When I was 30 miles north of Corpus, my truck started sputtering and missing and the check engine light came on. I nursed the truck over to a deserted rest stop to pop the hood and take a look. While I had the hood up, I found nothing, but heard a rattle in the exhaust system. I then got out my tire iron and got under the truck to check the Catylitic converter or the muffler for a blockage. I beat on them both to clear them, and as I did so, a car pulled up with their lights off.
Immediately I went to full alert status, and began rolling over to stand up while keeping my peripheral vision to my rear. Three guys exited the vehicle, and I got that terrible sinking feeling as I saw a chain in one hand, a shark billy in another and a large survival knife in the lead guys. I had my fanny pack on, with the 1911 you see pictured on my avatar inside. As the lead guy approached, he said in a thickly accented voice to leave my wallet and my keys on the seat and just walk away.
I responded by pulling my 1911 and pointing it right up under his chin and telling him that if he thought I was just walking away, he had another thing coming, laced with colorful expletives. At that point, the guys turned around and headed back for their vehicle, quickly. On the way out, they clipped the rear bumper of my truck, and sped off down the road. I tried in vain to get the license number but was unable. In the excitement, I had dropped my keys, so I put away my weapon, and got a light out to look for them. just after I found them, a DPS trooper came roaring up, rolled down his window and asked me if some guys just tried to rob me.
I said yes, and he ordered me to get in. As I got in, I began stammering something to the effect that I had my license to carry, and was armed. He said he didn't care about that, he just wanted to know if I could identify the BG's. Apparently, a Sheriffs deputy had caught the guys on a frontage road nearby. The individuals had been going up and down Hwy 37 robbing people who were at rest stops or stranded on the highway. I ID'd the guys, and they were taken off to jail.
Needless to say, I did not shoot well the following morning, but it was exhausting explaining what happened to everyone there. One of the deputies who was on the scene was shooting in the match and told everyone what happened. About 6 months later, I testified against them at their trial where I found out that 2 of the men were illegal aliens. They were sent away to prison after that.
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drawn on own drugged up son
:frown:Unfortunetelly I've had to draw on my own son, he came to my house drugged out of his mind. i had a .380 at the time and this followed him trying to stab my wife with a large butcher knife earlier in the afternoon. To this day i don't know what he was on, and when the police arrived via my call, they saw how deraigned he was and ordered him out of town. They saw the tormoil I was in, but I had determined not to kill him but disable him. This was many years ago and since then has been an ideal father and husband(27 now). This was the ABOSOLUTE hardest thing I have ever done in my life. The police never ask to see my gun or ask me what happened, I guess it was very apparent to them upon arrival. I truly believe he would have killed me. To this day this makes me sad to remember.