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Here’s what happened to me June 19th, I posted it on another forum, but thought you guys might like to read it too:
(All photos were taken after the incident; we’ve been doing some construction, so pardon the mess)
This was more excitement than I needed this evening. Friday evening, we left around 5 pm to go to a birthday party at my Aunt’s house for her & my Uncle. We came home around 9:30 pm. We live out in the country, fairly secluded, with the nearest neighbor out of sight, about a ¼ mile down the road.
As we pull in the drive, we see a moped that we don’t recognize in the driveway where we usually park the truck. My Dad says, “What the ****?” He asks if I have a gun on me, (I have a handgun carry permit) and I said “Yes, two.” We tell Mom (who is legally blind) to stay in the truck while we search the area. I had a Colt Mustang .380 in my pocket and a Glock 17 in my Maxpedition Jumbo Versipack. For backup, I had a Scrap Yard SS4 in a kydex sheath on my belt, and a Benchmade Mini-Griptilian in my pocket. Both guns are loaded with hollowpoints, the Mustang has Golden Sabers & Hydroshocks, and the Glock has +P Golden Sabers. We get out, and he says “Give me one.” I hand him the Mustang & I carry the Glock. Bad storms are moving through, and lightning intensifies throughout the entire ordeal, later turning to rain. (We were under a tornado watch until 3 am)
I pull my stainless steel Fenix LD01 flashlight from my pocket, turn it on high, and sweep the immediate perimeter for suspects. We approach the moped, and I see the keys in the ignition. I pull them out, and notice there is a keychain on it that says “North American Hunting Club”. This told me the individual was a sportsman, and possibly armed with a gun. I put the keys in my pocket, so he won’t be able to make a getaway if he tries to leave while we check the house.
My Dad & I carefully approach the house. We’re facing the house, and Dad turns & goes right, around the East side of the house to look around back. I figure most thieves would choose discretion, and attempt to break in the back of the house. I think the intruder might hear my Dad coming, and flee around the other side of the house to escape, so I start to head to the West end of the house so we can trap him.
As I head closer, I notice a shovel in the front yard that shouldn’t be there. I look around with my flash light; I notice it looks like the front door glass is all cracked. I get closer and see that yes, it has been broken into, most likely with the shovel.
Our shovel (we’d been gardening) in the front yard near the porch.
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