A scenario to think about, and my real-life experience.
Let's say you're outdoors in a public place at something like a city park. You're aware that there's a BIG guy nearby. He's strong and muscular, easily out-weighs you, he's menacing looking, but hasn't caused you any trouble. While you happen to look away, all of a sudden he blinds-side you with a huge body blow which drives you to the ground and flat on your back. While you're still seeing stars, you realize he's now on top of you and using his knees on your torso/abdomen to pin you down.
You're now aware that he's ultimately going to pummel you with his fists. You find yourself instinctively using both your hands and forearms to deflect his blows from your head. With the power and speed of his blows you're barely able to defend yourself, and you cringe expecting the worse at any moment. Your survivability instinct says that any pause in your defense will allow a crushing blow to come through to your head, probably followed by more, rendering you unconscious.
#1- With an overwhelming attack like this, will you even be cognizant that you have a concealed weapon available?
#2- Would you be able to overcome your survival instinct and force yourself to stop using your hands for defense and be able to draw your CCW? Keep in mind, being pinned down may put you in a position that retrieving your CCW may be very slow/difficult. During your process of drawing you are likely to get KO'd.
I bring up this scenario because something similar happened to me today and it made me think on a different level. It's easy to think about situational awareness, range practice, good and bad holsters, etc during peaceful times, but how about during times of stress in aextreme life or death struggle.?
I pose a different scenario here rather than one about the shady guy I see in the alley and I get prepared, and have time to decide some tactic. This scenario I describe is during a life or death struggle, sort of like the victims of a knife attack that tend to have defensive wounds on their hands. They are essentially sacrificing their hands to shield their torso from the overwhelming knife attack. In "peaceful" times, we avoid allowing ourselves to come in contact with sharp objects, but in survival mode, instincts kick in to try and keep you alive. In doing so you're apparently in a survival mode that you can't really practice for.
Before today I would have proably answered question #1, that yes, I would probably be aware of having a CCW and wanting to put it to use very badly. On question #2, I would have hoped I'd been able to buy myself some time by a groin strike or eye-gouging or something like that, so I could draw. I would have been wrong on both predictions. YMMV
Here is what happened to me today:
For the sake of brevity, I won't go into cattle-handling techniques, experience, behavior, etc. because it would deviate too much from the purpose of the thread, though I would be happy to answer questions later.
The victim- That would be me. I'm 56 yoa, dealt with livestock all my life. In my younger days experienced with horse-training, rodeos, etc. I don't consider myself as a city-slicker. I'm 5' 10", 185, and I think in pretty darned good shape physically. My wife may question my mental shape though. :rolleyes:
The aggressor- Mostly Angus/Brahman crossbred cow. Four years old, weight about 1000 lbs. Muley-headed (no horns). No indication of any pattern of violent behavior. Cattle are really good at keeping a buffer zone between them and humans. They do get nervous in a pen, and in regards to their calves (mother instinct). They are big and powerful whenever they want to be.
My scenario- We were out in an open pasture and needed to catch this cow's calf. We were doing it by hand so as to not cause so much ruckus with the nearby herd. I've done this at least a thousand times in my life. Whenever I catch a calf the cow is usually nearby concerned and curious. Today, this particular cow unexpectantly blind-sided me and butted me on the run in my left chest. Knocked me flat, certainly causing me to let go of her calf. I would have guessed she'd taken her calf and left the crime scene, but no, she :mad: wanted some more of me. She wasn't finished. She got on top of me, bending at her front knees and using them to pin my torso down. Believe me there was a lot of weight involved. Now being at such close proximity to me, her intentions were to butt heads with me and she would definitely win that contest. While I was pinned I automatically started squriming to loosen her hold on me, at the same time I put my hands against her head (nose mostly) to interrupt her, plus soften some of the potential head blows. I knew that one good blow from her head to my head, would likely cause me a serious head injury or death.
With me squirming and fighting back, plus my helper getting on scene, it was more than she wanted to handle, and of course she took her calf and scooted.
I write all this, because it was a similar situation that I started this story with regarding the BIG guy at the city park. Today, I was violently knocked down, pinned and nearly pummeled. After this was over I reflected very much on exactly what I was thinking, while I was under this "attack". I never thought about my ccw at all, I automatically went into a survival mode and I was too busy (mentally and physically) to ponder alternatives. If I would have had multiple weapons hanging off of me and ready to use, I wouldn't have had time to put them to use. Even if available weapons were laying on the ground right next to me, I wouldn't have seen them because I was in a mental state of survival. Had I happened to have a weapon in my hand, say like a stick, I might have used it, but may not have even thought about it being there.
I wanted to share this experience of heightened stress and what it was like to enter a momentary mental zone of survival. I'll tell you this it is pretty primitive thinking, and sort of scary as to what goes on in your mind. As soon it was over I thought, you know I never had the slightest thought of using any weapon at all, other than my wits and hands.
Just for clarification I wouldn't have fired on the cow, doing so may have just intensified her anger. It certainly wouldn't have dropped her. She was just being too good of a mama. Sorry no video was taken, though I would love to see how it went about.
BTW, I'm sore in lots of places, even as I write this. Everything seems to be working alright and still functional. I think tomorrow I'll have some impressively large bruises, but I'm not looking forward to the aches and pains first thing in the morning.:frown: