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Holy Cow! Some dumbass just walked up to my door, way out in the sticks, and was stupid enough to knock. He will never know how close he was to a window in his forehead.
It's 2330, evening news going off, I'm getting ready to go down. I live out in the country, but close enough to Fresno to see the lights. NOBODY should be paying a visit. I do have neighbors, and we call on each other in emergencies. I get a knock on the front door, which is also part of the foyer that is my study. I have my P7 on the desk, Mossberg 500 in it's ready location, within arm's reach. Without unlocking the deadbolt, I ask who's there. I can't hear much, but it's a male voice. I don't want to look through the adjacent window, so I turn on the floodlights, brace my 220 pounds against the door and crack it open just enough to see Mr. Dumbass crankster standing there with both hands in his hoody. I ask him what he wants. He says he's Mike, a friend of Ray. I slam the door, deadbolt and go for the P7.
I know you are all going to say....."why didn't he have the gun already in his hand?"
I'm asking myself the same question. With all the training and experience, I was thinking it was simply a neighbor that needed help, not a meth head, and possibly a home invader knocking on my door. Nobody would be so stupid as to be doing evil where I live, where EVERY household is armed, so I thought.
OK, I get the P7 in hand and look out the window. Mr. Crankster is hauling azz, covering the acre between my front door and his car very quickly. Threat over as he drives away. I check the property, all is secure.
In hindsight, I made a major tactical error by opening the door without a gun in hand. My neighbors would have understood if it was one of them knocking. Hopefully, the guy was just a dumbass looking for his connect and was just lost. As for me I will not be taking things for granted as much.
A good thrill is good for the soul. Now I'm all amped up at 0012 hours.
It's 2330, evening news going off, I'm getting ready to go down. I live out in the country, but close enough to Fresno to see the lights. NOBODY should be paying a visit. I do have neighbors, and we call on each other in emergencies. I get a knock on the front door, which is also part of the foyer that is my study. I have my P7 on the desk, Mossberg 500 in it's ready location, within arm's reach. Without unlocking the deadbolt, I ask who's there. I can't hear much, but it's a male voice. I don't want to look through the adjacent window, so I turn on the floodlights, brace my 220 pounds against the door and crack it open just enough to see Mr. Dumbass crankster standing there with both hands in his hoody. I ask him what he wants. He says he's Mike, a friend of Ray. I slam the door, deadbolt and go for the P7.
I know you are all going to say....."why didn't he have the gun already in his hand?"
I'm asking myself the same question. With all the training and experience, I was thinking it was simply a neighbor that needed help, not a meth head, and possibly a home invader knocking on my door. Nobody would be so stupid as to be doing evil where I live, where EVERY household is armed, so I thought.
OK, I get the P7 in hand and look out the window. Mr. Crankster is hauling azz, covering the acre between my front door and his car very quickly. Threat over as he drives away. I check the property, all is secure.
In hindsight, I made a major tactical error by opening the door without a gun in hand. My neighbors would have understood if it was one of them knocking. Hopefully, the guy was just a dumbass looking for his connect and was just lost. As for me I will not be taking things for granted as much.
A good thrill is good for the soul. Now I'm all amped up at 0012 hours.
He has a habit of doing this at the late/early morning hours when it is nice and quiet.
Older brother (whom I live with) rattles the front door handle, then knocks on my bedroom window, then unlocks the front door and comes in (had 'lost' his keys, hoped he left the front door opened, then knocked on my window to let him in and found his keys in his pocket in the meantime and let himself in). I've also had family members come over several times and just let themselves in without knocking (my brother will tell them the door is unlocked, but won't let me know people are coming over). They always look at me like I am the idiot when I come walking out of my room with handgun in tow. Of course their first repsonse is "is that loaded?!" and they think I am the crazy one. 
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