Riverbound
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It always happens when you’re least prepared. This was a statement made during one of my CCW courses.
......fast forward to Saturday night. Sitting around the campfire, having drinks and watching super Cross on the RV TV. We finish up super cross and decide it’s time to head to bed. My son is In the living room and I’m laying in bed. All of a sudden we hear knocks on the back door and then a loud repeated knock on the front door. I get out of bed half dressed assuming it’s one of our friends in our group.
Open the door to a tweaker screaming at me looking for his wife. At This point I realize I’m unarmed (gun was in truck). Keep in mind we are on a 60 acre private property inside the 3.5 acre fenced in area. And all gates were locked.
i proceed to tell meth head he’s in the wrong camp. And start showing him away from our RVs to the main gate. As he’s making his way I motion to my son to go grab the others and make sure they are prepared. I’m still keeping my distance but keep the guy focused on me and trying to get him to the gate to get the F-out. I then realized the gate is locked. I then ask him how he got in and he said he will show me and walks towards my container. At this point it’s a dark part of the property so I’m not going that way.
all of a sudden homeboy turns and makes a run towards where the trailers are. At this point I’m now yelling at him. Letting him know he f-Ed up and I will do whatever it takes to defend myself and my family. (Keep in mind my kid and dogs are in the trailer he’s running towards).
At this point I’m full sprint (which is not very fast). I managed to grab the only “weapon” I could find. A rock a little bigger than a softball. And Huck it is hard as I can. Hit the guy right between the ear and neck. He goes tumbling into our chain link dance. Somehow his magic tweaker powers kick in and in his tumble he hits the chain link hard enough he gets underneath it. Now he’s on the other side running through the desert and the others in my group finally arrive with “back up”.
We start searching and scouring for him but can’t find him.
One of our friends saw a post on the ocotillo wells page that a neighboring property had a run in with the same guy but he refused to leave. Not sure if the outcome of that one as the thread was deleted.
Definitely changes the mindset of when you “think” you’re safe and become complacent as to when and when not to be armed.
......fast forward to Saturday night. Sitting around the campfire, having drinks and watching super Cross on the RV TV. We finish up super cross and decide it’s time to head to bed. My son is In the living room and I’m laying in bed. All of a sudden we hear knocks on the back door and then a loud repeated knock on the front door. I get out of bed half dressed assuming it’s one of our friends in our group.
Open the door to a tweaker screaming at me looking for his wife. At This point I realize I’m unarmed (gun was in truck). Keep in mind we are on a 60 acre private property inside the 3.5 acre fenced in area. And all gates were locked.
i proceed to tell meth head he’s in the wrong camp. And start showing him away from our RVs to the main gate. As he’s making his way I motion to my son to go grab the others and make sure they are prepared. I’m still keeping my distance but keep the guy focused on me and trying to get him to the gate to get the F-out. I then realized the gate is locked. I then ask him how he got in and he said he will show me and walks towards my container. At this point it’s a dark part of the property so I’m not going that way.
all of a sudden homeboy turns and makes a run towards where the trailers are. At this point I’m now yelling at him. Letting him know he f-Ed up and I will do whatever it takes to defend myself and my family. (Keep in mind my kid and dogs are in the trailer he’s running towards).
At this point I’m full sprint (which is not very fast). I managed to grab the only “weapon” I could find. A rock a little bigger than a softball. And Huck it is hard as I can. Hit the guy right between the ear and neck. He goes tumbling into our chain link dance. Somehow his magic tweaker powers kick in and in his tumble he hits the chain link hard enough he gets underneath it. Now he’s on the other side running through the desert and the others in my group finally arrive with “back up”.
We start searching and scouring for him but can’t find him.
One of our friends saw a post on the ocotillo wells page that a neighboring property had a run in with the same guy but he refused to leave. Not sure if the outcome of that one as the thread was deleted.
Definitely changes the mindset of when you “think” you’re safe and become complacent as to when and when not to be armed.