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I had a tiny bit of excitement one time. Someone saw a guy with a gun in my backyard at 2 in the morning. Two cops came to the door and I grabbed my shoes and we checked. The cops spread out across the backyard and I was a little behind and way to the left. It was interesting but then I had to ask myself what in the world was I doing this for? I guess it was my stuff and it was still my responsibility. I never did tell the cops I was carrying. No one was found, of course. Interesting night.

I am developing a habit of pulling on my cover garment when I see something I don't like. I have to quit that.

I used to wear a rainbow peace-sign black t-shirt, motorcycle jacket and ripped jeans on security details some times. Concealed 2 High Powers and a .38 quite well...or so said the cops, who we also employed. The unlikely is best. I'd go for a Spongebob Squarepants T now. Oops. Gave away my weaponry secrets.

Similar experience..

Right after getting married and moving into our first tiny little home in Kensington, MD... I had fallen asleep on the couch while my wife was in the shower..

She came out soaking wet in a towel and said there was someone at the bathroom window and she could see his backlighted shape from the neighbor's back porch light..

Several of the neighborhood wives had complained about peeping toms - but no husband had ever witnessed one and we all just thought the girls were nuts..

I told her not to worry and to go ahead an finish her shower -- that no one was there and even if there was -- they couldn't see anything through the type glass mounted in that bathroom window..

The "look" she gave me --- made it clear, that was not the right answer..

I pickup up a .45, slipped out the front door --- climbed quietly over the chain link fence to get into the side yard ---- and then carefully peeked around the corner of the house into the back yard..

Sure enough --- there WAS a stupid bastard at the window, attempting to see through "no see through glass"..

I stepped around the corner, racked the .45 and that sound alone was enough to cause the bastard to simply FLOAT straight up --- spin 90 degrees in mid air, and take off like a scalded dog.. He cleared the fences like a professional hurdles runner...

I fired two shots straight into the yard at my feet..
To CONVINCE the bastard that I didn't wish him to return..

20 minutes later -- there was a knock at my door..
Police had received a report of shots being fired.
I explained -- they were NOT amused..
I had to PROVE the shots were into the yard at my feet - and that I had not attempted to murder a "non-threatening" peeping tom...

I was lucky to get off with a warning..

The neighborhood never had another reported peeping tom for the several years we remained in that neighborhood.

Semper Fi