Well, that's one option. But it's a bit predictable, and I like to surprise those who might like to overawe me with their greater numbers or violence.
Posted on 05/05/2015 8:08:33 AM PDT by OK Sun
HOUSTON - It's the middle of the night and your house is being invaded by armed men with guns who plan to take you hostage and take what they want. What are you going to do now?
What you decide to do in the next 15 minutes could save your life and the lives of your loved ones, or end in tragedy and death.
A special team of security experts with decades of experience -- Jim Napolitano, a former U.S. Secret Service agent, and Col. Bernie McCabe, former member of United States Special Operations -- is going to teach you the steps to surviving a home invasion.
My ultimate goal should be to protect my family from harm, end of story," Napolitano said.
It all starts with a plan, and that plan goes into action the second you hear the criminals entering your home.
With a typical family, both adults need to snap into immediate action. One adult is in charge of grabbing a weapon (usually a loaded gun) and holding off the attackers, while the other adult must rush in and gather all the children and lead them to the safe room, where that adult will lock the room down and immediately call 911 for help.
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I’d poop my pants. That way I’ll be less attractive...oh, no, wait a minute, that’s for rape. Dang it, I’m depending on the media for good advice here...
Size?
Well, that's one option. But it's a bit predictable, and I like to surprise those who might like to overawe me with their greater numbers or violence.
I aim just below the neck or between the eyes, either way they break in there is no calling the ambulance you call the funeral home.
My wife and I have had a home invasion plan since we got married, I have a mossy 500 and a Glock 27 awaiting the goblins at the top of the stairs the fatal funnel. She retrieves kids carrying her Glock 23 and retreats to the master bedroom where there is an additional shotgun and SKS battle rifle loaded and calls the cavalry. We even have a couple of code words in case one of us is compromised so we know something is amiss with the other person.
George Carlin had the best quote on flamethrowers:
“The very existence of flamethrowers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, “You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I’m just not close enough to get the job done.”
Concur.
“then let rip the L shaped ambush.”
Dang, you must have a lot of trigger pullers in your family.
About your tagline...I surmise that I would in fact be happier if I had a mama deuce.
“I follow a lot of these police home invasion stories and have noticed the guys who get killed are the ones who respond to the break in with a gun and don’t use it, or who respond with non-firearm such as a golf club. The guys who open fire on their assailants tend to survive the encounter.”
Yeah, seems to me like you take up your ambush position, and when the criminal comes into view, you quadruple-tap him.
Kill the invaders first, check ID later. Bad guys will always yell “POLICE, FREEZE!”
You mean, like the dozens of "draw Mohammed" contests we should be having because they'll work really well?
For the plywood, about 16"x 48".
Couldn’t tell if those treble hooks were a foot across or an inch across.
Wait, is this the open carry debate thread?
Regards the degree of happiness, the M2 is definitely a up bringer of attitude.
:-)
One night I awoke to find an intruder in my bedroom.My wife made a noise that woke me. I was already well behind the situation. I kept a gun at my bedside, a 1911 with a loaded mag in the mag well but no round in the chamber. I started yelling, grabbed the gun, and racked the slide. The intruder ran. I followed him downstairs, but he made it out the front door before I could get a clear shot at him.
I got away with it, but what did I do wrong? Lots of things. No burglar alarm and no dog. I had no warning until the guy was already in my bedroom. It took two hands to get the gun into operation. Had I been fending him off with one hand, I'd never have been able to use the gun as anything but a club.
Ironically, I had arranged to get a dog, and was to pick it up the next day. So after that I had a watchdog. The landlord installed a burglar alarm. And I started keeping the gun the way John Browning intended: full mag, round in the chamber, hammer cocked, safety on.
In every house I've lived in since that day, I've had either a dog or a burglar alarm. I'm always within reach of a gun when I'm in the house. (Yes, that experience left me kind of paranoid.)
I was extremely lucky, or the intruder wasn't very competent. I now try not to rely on luck. Plan for every eventuality you can think of, and be ready to act promptly and vigorously when "the day" arrives. Don't make the mistake of thinking you can fumble your way through it. When you have to act, you won't have time to think.
When a relative of mine was in the hospital, he asked us to go get his guns, because he was afraid someone would steal them. He lived in a 4 room house with 1 & 1/2 baths.
Every room had more than one gun. We collected more than 20 guns. Almost all were for hunting deer, or shotguns. A couple of 22 pistols to use for shooting game in the head if wounded, I assume.
With out exceptions, every single gun was fully loaded with one in the chamber, and ammo for each within less than an arm’s length. He was in his late 70s and lived alone with a little dog that yapped like crazy at anyone who came around.
I came home from a 2.5 hour commute, and dropped onto the front room couch to rest a minute - not intending to go to sleep, but I did. It was daylight, so I had not turned on the lights, and no one in our neighborhood typically locks their doors till dark.
As bad luck would have it, Hubby had gone to sleep in an easy chair (unintentional too) in the basement family room while watching TV. The light was on as the part of the basement he was in was rather dark. He had also left the light on in our bedroom upstairs.
The kids went to bed at their regular bedtime - older kids one was a senior in high school and the other was around 8 yrs.
When the patio door opened, it woke me up. The moon was out so it was not as dark as it could have been. Looking toward the door, I saw the outline of a figure about the size of Hubby, and assumed it was him (3am in the morning).
I asked him what are doing outside at this hour? No response. This annoyed me. So with a bit of an edge/tone to my voice, I sat up and I said, “I asked you a question, why didn't you answer me?
The figure was now in the house - still by the door, and he froze. From the body language, I was suddenly aware that this was not my husband. That really changed my annoyance to out right anger and indignation.
I screamed at him like a banshee - Just who the h#ll are you and what the h#ll are you doing in MY HOUSE? There was a slight hesitation, then he turned and ran out the door, down the steps, and down the hill.
I quickly began locking all the doors and then checking all the windows while I was screaming as loud as I could for my husband. The kids came running, and I told the oldest to go get Hubby, sent the other to our bedroom - where the gun was kept as I finished making sure the doors were all locked.
After I explained what had happened, Hubby said it was probably just a bad dream - go back to sleep, but about that time a white scout(suv type vehicle) came roaring down the hill. We figure he parked uphill and then just walked down the hill trying doors, and ours happened to be open.
We called the sheriff. They asked is the intruder still there - we don't think he is still in the neighborhood. Is anyone hurt? No. Was anything taken? No. OK, be careful and call us back if you need us.....
Silly me, I thought they might actually come out and take a report, and maybe lift some finger prints off the door. NOOOO nada that was it.
The next day we notified all our neighbors in case he came back, and also to be sure they knew to lock up.
He was less than 11 feet away. If I had acted scared or uncertain, I wonder if he would have advanced instead of retreating. Anyway, we made it a habit to lock the door as soon as we got home from then on, even if it was daylight.
A man after my own heart.
“Mossberg 500 OR Remington 870, both in 20 Gauge”
Why 20 Gauge? (vs 12 Gauge)
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