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Originally Posted by Iowanian
It was feb of 2001 and snow and Ice piled the roads for 2 days. Iowanian fired up the Ford Dogsled team with a destination of Omaha. She was new, pretty and holding out. He was in Full Rutt and could not be stopped by rain, snow nor hail.
After braving the elements, our hero has near completed his 4 1/2hr drive back towards home on a sunday night. Reaching the extent of no-gas capacity, Our hero stops for gas at a interstate/hwy intersection station. having spent all of his money on food, flowers, gas, a concert et al, he heads to the ATM withdraws some money, completes the purchase of Fuel and a 20oz Mt Dew.
I noticed the brown van in the parking lot when I arrived, and noticed it pull out behind as I headed into the pitch black of a rural Hwy at 11pm. the Van followed at 1/4mile for a few miles, and suddenly it speeds to my bumper, flashing the brights. I'm thinking "something must have blown out of the back or something".
So like a dumbass, I pull the truck off into the 10" snow on the shoulder and roll down the window...the van pulls up beside, and the guy is yelling a bunch of jibberish. I smell a skunk and try to pull away, but in my haste, I'd forgotten the 4x4.
The Guy floors the van and turns broadside in the hwy blocking my exit and I hear the door.
A Bug eyed(OBVIOUSLY high) steps around the back of the van, which is over the center line with his arms up like "C'mon, get some"..I say "whats up?" and I"m thinking "this fugger wants to fight?".....He jams his hands deep into the pockets of his starter coat, and does this thug strut....I'm pondering Getting out so I can actually fight back
.and then it hits me.
He watched me through the window at the ATM....I'm about to be robbed and shot, in the middle of Amish Country.
I look around for a screw driver, flashlight whatever....nothing within reach. If I had a concealed weapon, he'd be 2 steps from Dead.
I yell, he keeps coming, never says a word. As he gets to the truck, I rared back til my elbow hit the armrest and Hit him absolutely as hard as I could from a seated position, square in his Snaggled, green nasty teeth and point of his nose...........A home run shot.
He stumbles back 3-4 steps, and which time I'm expecting a gun to come out and I reach for the 4x4 button, Floor the 5.4 v8 in reverse, back out onto the hwy and Floor it.........If he gets int he way, he's flat.
He was still stumbling around in the road as I went by.
The most scared I've probably ever been. I was Amped up for days.....................and THAT friends, is why I believe all law abiding citizens should have the right to carry.
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Great story, it always sucks to be along in a deal like that. You're right, if a guy would have had the .44, old green teeth would be taking a dirt nap.
I have had the pleasure of having two knives and a gun pulled on me at various times.
The first knife incident was some guy trying to rob me going into a dining establishment. I was with a girl on a first date and this bum starts asking for money. I told him I didn't have any and he grabbed the girl I was with. I broke loose his arm and he pulled the knife. We did a little dance until I could get a shot in on his knee and go for the 65 yard field goal attempt on his noggin.
Knife two: A buddy and I were leaving the bar and some guy was outside out of his mind on something ranting on how "he was some kind of a special forces guy and how he could kick anyone's ass on the planet." We kept walking ignoring the guy and he started following us. He starts going one about how he was "going to carve us up into itty bitty pieces." I kept thinking WTF why me? He pulls out this big ass mountain man looking J Bowie knife from hell and starts waving it around. We were parked in a corner and there was no way out except through this crazy cranked up asshole. Thank God it was cold enough outside that I had on a coat and it happened to be leather. I took it off and wrapped it around my left hand and arm to protect it. The guy took a few wild waves with the knife and i was able to close the gap, get the knife away from him by beating his arm on a car mirror. After that, I jsut took him down and choked him out. By this time a bunch of people were standing around and the cops showed up and hauled him away.
Gun: A bunch of friends were with me and we were walking downtown after closing down a bar and we decided to give the hookers a little chit. We were not intereted in their services we just figured we would flip them a little crap. One of the old hides freaks out and pulls out one of those little compact .22's, the one that fits in the palm of your hand. I started laughing and asked her "What the f*** is that, a pea shooter?" She looks at me like WTF and we turned around and got the hell out of Dodge. I thought if was funny until I woke up the next morning and started thinking about it.