I was watching TV one night, heard a noise at my front door, looked thru the peephole to see some scumbag trying to pick my deadbolt. Got my shotgun, whipped the door open, aimed the shotgun at the guy and then laughed as the man’s eyes widened and he ran like a rabbit down the steps! Until police resopnse in my city is that quick, I’ll keep my weapons, thank you very much!
Just imagine the terror in that thug's eyes if you had whipped the door open and shook your windchimes at him!
My parents live in a really nice community in Mass. In 1990, I was home from the service, on my way to moving to VT as a civilian. Looked out the window at midnight and some punks were breaking into our neighbors’ cars.
Got our my Sig 9mm and walked up behind them and chambered a round. Asked, “is there something I can help you with?” I think they both wet their pants stumbling out of the car and running away. Too funny.
Fortunately for me, I didn’t have to use the gun because I didn’t realize that, even when passing through The People’s Republic, you have to register your handgun or face mandatory prison time. Gotta love those libs!