Meth heads got the wrong house; Mine!
Gettin about dusk out, just got back from riding my KLR, and was warming up some grub the little woman fixed for me today, when a I heard the storm door open, and saw someone turning the knob on the door. Then Lindy, my beagle started bay'in, so I knew something was going on. The wife wasnt expected home until midnight.
I wasnt nervous, or even anxious. Actually, I was a little bit excited. I waited for the door to open, and then to my damn disappointment, I realized I had set the deadbolt.
Well, then came the knock. Now I know some people say dont answer the door, and I can certainly understand the logic, I want to see who it is. So, I looked out the side window, and see a bearded man in camo bibbed overalls, who was toothless ( not uncommon round these parts), but what really got my attention was I recognized him as a meth and crack head that we had arrested several times.
So, after looking around, I could see a another man standing in the tree line about 40 yards deep. So, with the Colt in my right hand, I opened the door with my left, keeping the Colt just to the right and slightly behind my left leg.
When this guy saw me, I could tell he recognized me right off. He couldnt look me in the eye, but his eyes were defintely interested in what was behind my leg, ( And I was secretly hoping for an opportunity to show him).
He said," uh, mmm, I'm sorry sir, I got the wrong house".
Me, smiling," yes sir, ya sure as hell do.
Him," im sorry sir, I was supposed to go to a friends house, and he said just come to the back door. Sure a good thing I didnt come to the back door here!
Me, still smiling, " yep, but I think you are full of " explicit wording". " There is no one around me close to make a mistake like this and you know it".
" And you know who I am, and I know who you are, and what you and your stupid POS friend are here for".
At this point he is backing away. " Oh no sir, I just got mixed up"
Me, " oh really, who is your friend, and why do you use his back door?"
Him, ' I cant think of his last name, but his first name is, uh....." At this point I cut him off.
Me, " I tell you what, you and your stupid looking blank blank friend, get off my property, before I mistake you for possums and cut loose. And, the folks around here are my neighbors, and if I here tell of anything stolen in this area, I am coming straight for you and your degenerated POS partner, and its not going to be good when I get a little " mixed up" and forget not to stomp you in the ground, do you understand that?"
By now he is walking down the driveway, then cuts over the ditch and into the woods. I can now see there are three of them. I went around back, and followed them through the woods to the road, where they got in a car and drove off. I called and reported the incident, so they could patrol out here in the country specifically this area.
I went down the road to the widows house, and told her what had happened, and to call me and not answer her door if someone came calling.
I was rewarded with a good cup of coffee, and a piece of Rhubarb pie.
Now, I know that its not right to wish some things, or to think somethings. And I know in my heart Im not a killer, but I sure hope they are stupid enough to try something here before they do at some of my elderly neighbors houses.