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Nearly.

I had a grip on my pistol and was working on getting it out of the holster against a large aggressive dog when the owner showed up and stopped their dog.

I was *this close* to having the gun out and opening fire...not fun.
 

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I stay in condition orange most of the time, I had a thug threaten my wife and I life the guy said that he would take our life so yeah and the funny thing is that the guy know where I live.
 

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Yes drew in 1971 but did not fire

My Family had a body shop towing service and we towed for the East Cleveland Ohio police. Police called me and asked if I would do a tow for a local restaurant, the car was blocking 2 speaker stalls, semi sideways. I hooked the car and 3 very drunk guys came stumbling out and threatened me to drop the car. I responded, as soon as you pay the tow.
One went in the car and came out with a bat and stated he was going to beat me to death, as he approached I drew my 1911 and told him to stop and just about that time the ECP showed up and arrested all 3. Remember in 1971 the cops were not so gentle. He and the other 2 told the cops I was going to shoot him, the cops reply was yes he would have. East Cleveland was a dangerous city back then and still is.
The bat guy showed up a few days later to retrieve his car and asked if I would have shot him , my reply was you do not how close you came. He apologized and retrieved his car and left swearing to never get that drunk again. I am glad I didn’t have to shoot and he was also. I was 21 at the time but a hard seasoned 21 for sure.
 

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I was a brig chaser for my Marine Corps Engineering Battalion (extra assigned duty-long story).

On one occasion I had to escort a guy from the brig to our battalion HQ at Camp Hansen in Okinawa for a Captain's Mass. He was awaiting court martial for two completely different charges. One charge was in connection with a violent sexual assault on an Okinawan national; the other was for theft of three Model 1911 pistols from the battalion armory for sale to Okinawan nationals.

I placed him in handcuffs while inside the secure perimeter of the brig. A driver from the battalion motor pool transported us the 10 or so miles from the brig to Camp Hansen. While meeting with the CO, he convinced the CO that he should not be transported in handcuffs because he was innocent and the handcuffs were a demeaning abuse of one Marine by another. The CO told me to remove the cuffs before transporting him back to the brig. Aye aye, Sir.

While passing Kin Village, a small hamlet outside the camp gates, my prisoner leapt out of the back of the jeep and ran towards town. It was raining and I was wearing a heavy poncho. He had removed his before getting into the jeep, which should have tipped me off.

We headed into the ville with him a few yards in front of me but getting a bigger lead as my poncho slowed me down. I threw my nightstick at his legs as we got to the first building on the edge of the village, hoping to trip him up; but to no avail. The stick hit his lower leg and then clattered noisily into a stone lined drainage ditch. For the next few tense minutes I chased him with my handgun drawn as we ran into and out of shops, homes, bars and private courtyards. All the while I was bellowing vile threats in the most awful language available to a young Marine.

I had been taught in brig school that if a prisoner escaped, the responsible escort would be required to serve the sentence of the escaping prisoner. I believed it. With that motivation a forethought I had an agonizing internal debate raging on whether to shoot him or not as it became clear that I would probably not be able to catch him. Fortunately, just as I suppressed the urge to shoot his fleeing figure, my driver rounded a corner in an alleyway that was barely wide enough to accommodate the vehicle's girth and literally hit the guy I was chasing, knocking him down into a sewage ditch. The driver and I pounced on him, roughed him up a bit and handcuffed him before returning him to the back of the jeep. I secured him to the frame of the jeep with a second pair of cuffs. A few seconds later a very elderly gentleman approached me and with much smiling and bowing offered my errant nightstick, presented with both hands. Presumably he had retrieved it from the ditch where it landed.

By the time we arrived back at the brig we agreed that the prisoner would not mention that we had used a bit of excessive force to get him back into the jeep and we would not report his attempted escape.

A few days later I was summoned to the XO's office. When I got there I saw my driver sitting in a chair just outside the XO's door. Crap.

When we got inside he looked at us for what seemed an eternity before speaking. He told us that a few of the elders had been to the provost's office and reported that there had been a bit of a "dust up" in the village a few days earlier. Seems there was some Marine chasing another Marine with gun drawn evoking the most foul language. The running duo burst into a few private dwellings and did some damage in a few shops. Since we had been near the village around the time the described incident occurred, the XO wondered if we had seen anything. Silence. Then the XO told us to please get back to him if we heard anything and we were dismissed. I think it was the XO's way of telling us that ordering the cuffs removed was a boneheaded idea.
 

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I've not posted this here before, and details will be purposely few and sketchy. We had a dispatch call of an active shooter on a highway. One of the Deputies radioed and asked what kind of gun it was. "Rifle." Well Crap!!! Rifle bullets go thru our soft body armor like a hot knife.....

We conducted a felony stop. I honestly don't remember drawing my pistol. It was just "there" pointing in. My pistol's little red dot was squarely on the shooter's upper spine as they walked backwards towards us.

Folks taken to jail, no shots fired by us.
 
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Never thank the Lord, but I did have my hand on the Grip a few times when a suspicious looking character approached my Wife, and I.
 

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I've drawn my firearm several times, but no one was ever dumb enough to make me shoot them. I've also pepper sprayed a couple dozen people over the years. Every person carrying a gun should carry pepper spray too. There are many, many scenarios where pepper spray is appropriate and shooting someone, or even drawing a firearm, is not.

The legal threshold for using pepper spray is much, much lower, and the legal repercussions if you run into a cop or prosecutor that decides to make some sort of a political point out of you are also much, much lower.
 

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I've never been forced to draw or (obviously) to fire my CCW firearm and have carried concealed since it was legal to do so. An interesting tangent to that is that I had a two encounters which, afterwards, left me wondering what choice I would have made, had I been armed at the time ( I was out for a run and had not yet solved the "run with a gun carry dilemma).

In both cases, I avoided trouble and called the police with a description. All good. Yet.. in both cases the bad guys was armed and were committing a robbery/mugging on another person. No one was hurt. We gave our statements and that was that. I guess they didn't catch them because I never heard another word. One side of my head says brother, you did exactly the right thing, even if you had been armed. The other side of my head says, because you were unarmed, you were not able to come to the aid of a fellow citizen whose life who could have easily become a victim of a homicide. Has anyone experienced this?
 

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Around 2008, my brother and I (both have our CCW's) drove into Lancaster, CA (a known gang town in So Calif) late at night in the summer. There's a long, straight multi-lane road with stoplights every half mile or so. I was driving my Chevy Avalanche (windows up, AC on), my brother in the passenger front seat. As stoplights go, we got a red light without any traffic in either direction, except for one car. We're in the fast lane and this other car stops in our lane behind us but at least 4-5 car lengths between us. I see this and voice how odd that was. Then that driver pulls up right next to us, on the right side of the truck. He was a late-20's latino male wearing a very classy wife-beater t-shirt, with a young woman in the passenger seat. He gets out and starts screaming at us, for what we honestly didn't know. Nothing happened with us that would have been road rage or anything else. Still, he was incensed. I told my brother to leave his window up since in CA, lowering the window can be considered escalating the situation. While this guy is yelling, my brother has his .45 HK USP in his hand, pointing through the sheet metal at this guy. (He wasn't tall enough to see into the truck cab.) While this tirade is going on, I'm watching for cross-traffic in case we need to run the light, and watching this guy's shoulders. If either of his shoulders dropped, like reaching for a gun, I was going to hammer the gas pedal and blow the light. That would have made it unnecessary for my brother to fire his HK. And I see the young woman, her eyes as huge as saucers. I feel sorry for her having to tolerate that jerk. Then, he tops it off. He says, and I quote, "You're going to get a bullet for that!" It was all my brother and I could do to not just laugh right then. Fortunately the light finally turned green and we were gone. Left him standing in the middle of an empty road. We drove a mile past our hotel destination to make sure we weren't followed, then took a side route back.

The important points from this episode:
1 - When traveling, keep your firearms readily available. My .45 HK was in the pocket of my door. My brother's was within arm's reach in his door pocket.
2 - Never roll down the window in a confrontation. Had this gone bad, it would have put us in a legally compromised position. By leaving it up, we were clearly not the aggressors.
3 - Don't talk back to an aggressor. Say nothing. Don't even laugh. Try to avoid eye contact while staying aware of possible aggressive actions by the other party.
4 - Running a stoplight, especially without other traffic, is much safer than getting into a gunfight. And being shot at as you disappear down the highway is much less dangerous than engaging in a close range gunfight with innocents (the young woman) nearby.
5 - Probably the most important... Never tell someone you're angry with that you're going to shoot him when he has a .45 pointed at you just two feet from your chest. Not really a good tactic.

All things considered, my brother and I were happy how it turned out. We still had no clue why this bozo was angry but we avoided it escalating to anything more. Everyone lived to see another day.
 

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1986 I was on a DEA Task Force assigned in Newark, NJ. As I was getting off I-280 at a downtown exit one night around midnight and stopped at a traffic light, I was approached by a BLM thug with a tire iron! I drew my Colt Commander 45 and pointed it directly at his head and he ran like hell. Funny think was a few minutes later I saw many police cars lights and sirens going to the area that I had just left and thought hum?? When I got to my station, I heard that this thug called the police and said a guy with a big gun pointed a gun at him for no reason! Needless to say I didn't say a word that it was me! I didn't need the trouble. The POS tried to turn it around. I think the Newark police are still looking for that guy with the 45?
 

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Yes to both one time...

Back in October 2018, my neighbor decided that he was going to beat his girlfriend to death in front of God and everyone. Dude was a major gym bunny and was straight up going Mike Tyson on her. When I first went out because of the screaming, her 9 year old daughter was hitting him with a baseball bat, and he took it away. So, I turned my happy ass back around and grabbed my handgun... bats make me nervous, so do big dudes with fists. I went out there while he was in the process of now choking her with the bat, and told him to get off of her while pointing a gun at his head. This worked and he stopped, he threw the bat toward me, and went and sat on his porch. This gave the woman time to grab her kid and run inside to lock the door, I am very very glad that they did this. About 10 seconds after they went in, muscles decided that yes, he was in fact very pissed off that I stopped him from beating his girlfriend. He got up and started trotting toward me, screaming 'What are you going to do?! Are you going to shoot me?', I retreated about 10 feet, but my wife was now right behind me at that point. The whole time I was telling him to get back on the ground. When he was about four feet away, he lunged at me, and took four Gold Dots to the upper chest. He did not live through the experience. The police and prosecutor were genuinely awesome to deal with, they were very fair to me and let me out of cuffs as soon as they talked to a couple of witnesses. The prosecutor even showed up on scene.

It took me a while to get over everything, but I did. I seriously hope I never have to do this shit again though.
 

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I've been lurking around a little while, figured I would post it. I'm happy to answer questions, or explain things further.

Sharing my experience has done more to help me than the overpriced counselor did. ;)
 

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Drawn only, but not against an active threat. Came home one evening after eating out to indications that the house may have been broken into. The dog was going crazy, so was afraid that intruder was still in the house. I yelled at the kids to get behind the truck with me while the wife called the cops. Apparently, I had trained them well, because when my wife was going to take them to the neighbors, my daughter, very calmly, but emphatically, said “ No. Daddy said stay right here!”. I looked down, and they were both calmly standing behind the truck tire. And they stayed there until I said it was OK to go. Turned out, it was the cops that almost broke into my house. They had responded to an attempted suicide, and just before they took the door, they realized that all the street names were the same. The only difference being Way, Drive, Circle,Lane, etc.
 

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Yes and yes; and at some point I will post my experience here on this forum. For now I need to wait for documents to become public record.

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Rod
 
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