For those living under oppressive governments that deny a means to defend one’s self against attack, this may be a viable option to fend off the perpertrator until safe escape is possible.
I havenÂ´t posted in quite a while… I have mostly been reading what you all have to say..I have always enjoyed that because it is both informative and VERY fun!!
I am back at posting because I wanted to tell you about what happended to me on MondayÂ´s night. It was a very scary moment and I am lucky it went that way
Now to the story: after hanging over at my cousinÂ´s place (his parentÂ´s place) showing him my newest toy, a CO2 gun from Gamo -R77 co2 revolver- I headed back home and it was a very nice night, so I decided to walk instead of driving…I asked for my uncleÂ´s permission and left my car in their garage (I live 12-13 blocks apart, so it wasnÂ´t that far away)…It is important to say that due to my family being mostly anti gun (exept for my GREAT parents) I decided not to carry any firearms into their house..I had my collapsible baton (21 inch, but not an asp because they donÂ´t sell those down here!!)and I felt pretty safe with it.
I had not walked over 5 blocks and two not very friendly looking guys yelled at me from accross the street asking for the time..I answered “I donÂ´t have a watch, sorry guys” but one of them started an approach -Damn!!!!I never leave home without at least a gun!!What the hell was I thinking!!!!-
Let me tell you I almost peed (spelling please?) my pants when one of them quickly changed his attitude and started approaching me in a fast way saying “Â¿QuÃ© chucha es eso de que no tienes reloj conchatumadre?” (lets say he asked why the F*** I didnÂ´t have a watch). After hell was over, I discovered I had actually peed my pants.
Training and attitude kick in whitout you thinking about it…things happen really fast!!! The approaching guy put his right hand into his shorts pocket, I snapped my baton and hit him in his right side ribs and the left shoulder muscle (I carry my baton weak side 9 o clock). The second guy had not crossed the street and started throwing small rocks at me while cursing loudly.I started moving and searching for cover (where is a good piece of cover when you need it????)and put myself behind a car.Took out the little co2 gun and shot him all the 8 times…he fell to the floor crying loudly.
Dialed 105(your equivalent for 911) , called my uncle- he is the president of the Jurado Nacional de Elecciones, he sent cops really fast- while I was covering both guys with the asp. I had to hit the first one again in order for him to comply.
Cops arrived (they were 5 blocks away, god bless)and the 2 guys were beaten again…I was safe, but smelled really bad and had a lot of trouble talking to my uncle..I was just incapable of saying a single coherent sentece.
First guy was carrying brass knuckles ( I think they werenÂ´t made of brass, maybe some other material beacause they looked like an inox finish) and got 2 broken ribs, a “fisura” (I donÂ´t know the english word for that..it is when you donÂ´t break a bone, but just “crack” it) in the lower left leg and one hell of a bruise in his shoulder.
Second guy suffered from a broken tooth (caused by the pellet that was found stuck in the roof of this mouth, lucky shot I guess, and 4 other airgun wounds in the face and neck area. (plus, a heck of a beating by the cops).
I swear here in front of you guys, that I will NEVER again leave my house without a gun, no matter who can it disturb or who will dislike me for that, my life is way too valuable for me to put at risk.