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Originally Posted by BIG_DADDY
When I was like 10 years old mom and pop went on a vacation and I would stay at my friends house across the street at night. I would go home for periods of time during the day and to take a shower and change clothes and eat. One day I got out of the shower and was drying off when I heard someone else in the house. I immediately went in the P's bedroom and grabbed pops rifle, loaded it and headed to the hallway where I layed down and pointed it to the end of the house. He had to come down that hallway to get to me. The intuder was in the kitchen when glanced down at me and jumped back before jumping forward through the opening and out the sliding glass door he came jimmied to gain access to the house. I layed there for about 5 minutes before slowly advancing to the glass door shutting it. If that guy had given me much of a shot I would have taken it. Without the gun I could have easily been a story on Court TV. Then again if we had a real dog back then it probably never would have been an issue. I was taught at a very young age to shoot guns and there were always plenty around the house. I think that fear of guns comes from not being around them and shooting them much. If you have it is very empowering. I know there are those who would love to take the guns and dogs to make themselves feel saaaaaaaaaaaaaaafe and think I should have attempted to just call the cops. To me the bottom line is you are responsible for your own safety. Big Brother can't protect you from everything no matter how much the pantie waist posse would like to believe that is the case.
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Had you gotten a good shot, would you have taken it? When I was 18 years old I spent a summer in Mt. Home, AR. My buddy and I rented a room at a small resort. It was one room with twin beds. I kept a single shot 20 guage loaded and broke down under my bed. Late one night our door opened and someone started walking in our room. As soon as the door started opening I fell to the floor grabbed my shotgun, snapped it closed and pointed it at the guy who was probably no more than 10 feet away, I screamed, "hey". There was definately an instant where I had to decide do I shoot or do I see if he'll run. When he saw a gun was pointed at his chest, he screamed at the top of his lungs "wrong room" and ran. Luckily the door was open or he would have run through it. I'm pretty sure this guy was just a drunk that happened to open the wrong door. I'm glad I didn't shoot first and ask questions later.