We carry guns with hi capacity magazines in case of a prolonged gun battle or multiple attackers. We practice shooting weak handed in case our strong hand is disabled. We're ready for the “big one”.
It seems to me though, that 99.9% of us will never shoot a gun in self defense. 90% of us will never even draw a weapon. I'm not suggesting we don't need to carry, but I am suggesting that it might benefit us to know how a “close encounter” might really happen.
I've been carrying a gun off and on for forty years now and in that time I've had four “encounters”. The first one was what you might expect actually kind of boring, the second, well let's say it was odd. The third even “odder”, and the forth, well that one still puts knots in my stomach even after over twenty years. In that one I almost killed someone who, as it turned out, was just plain stupid, or more accurately, stupid drunk.
In any event, they weren't like anything I had read about or could even imagine.
I'd really like to hear what first hand experiences others have had, and I really think it would help all of us prepare for the “unknown”.
Here's my first, I'll post the rest as replies to this topic.
It was the in the middle of the winter and I was working the 3:00 to 11:00 shift at a company in the inner city.
One night we were in the cafeteria, one of the night security guards and I, just taking a break. One of the workers there was obviously a drug user and very strung out that night. For some reason he decided to take his anger out on me. He came to our table and started calling me names and saying things like “you're really a jerk” and I, being more than a little cocky back then, just agreed with him. The more he called me names and the more I agreed with him, the madder he got. Finally the guard broke it up and we left, I didn't think any more of it.
Walking to the bus stop that night, he stepped out if the shadows, he had a knife. What he didn't know was I had a derringer in my mitten (mittens are not very manly, but a great way to carry a derringer). When I didn't cower, he really got confused, but we talked and I managed to calm him down. Finally he decided I wasn't such a bad guy and walked away. While I didn't “need” the gun, having it gave me the confidence to work through the situation, I knew I had an option if talking didn't work.