Before permits were generally allowed, my wife and I were in an outside room at at well known motel. I carried an 870
12 gauge in the trunk when we traveled.
At about 3am, the front door unlocked with a key, and someone was forcing the door against the chain secondary lock. I had the shotgun between the beds, grabbed it, and had it pointed at the door as it came open.
The woman who entered instantly saw it and said, “Don’t shoot, we be leavin.” She turned and ran along with her two black male companions. I saw their backsides high tailing it down the stairs like something from a comedy.
The good old 870 loaded with 00 buck saved the day.
A shotgun is a fearsome weapon in a small room.