I don't like that "oh no vaseline" feeling, and I felt it today...
Back in 2006, I was working in Virginia often, and my older daughter's sperm donor decided while I wasn't around he'd terrorize my daughter, grandkids, and wife. Not a good thing. The turd is known to possess an SKS, and he is clearly unbalanced.
A restraining order was obtained, and things have been good since. Haven't seen or heard from the POS for a couple years.
Today, the first day off I've had in some time, I decided to straighten up the garage. I was busy doing manual labor when I saw a strange pick-up prceeding up my 200-foot drive. For those of you that have been to my place, (Bill W.
) you know that to get to my house it is no accident. About halfway up the drive, I recognize the driver as the subject of the restraining order.
I have no weapon close, although there are many improvised weapons in the garage. In the few milliseconds that transpire, I decide that 1) I bolt to the nearest firearm, or 2) stand by and see what develops. I chose COA 2.
Said turd exits the vehicle slowly, with hands in plain view. (he knows me) He approaches slowly, and makes no threat. He clearly states he wants no trouble, and I advise him that is a good thing. After a short chat, he decides to leave. End of story.
When it was all said and done, I asked myself how stupid I would have felt if he'd whooped out that SKS and started to blast. It only takes a half-second.
I usually have a gun within close reach. This is a prime example of how things can go down when you least expect it.
Back in 2006, I was working in Virginia often, and my older daughter's sperm donor decided while I wasn't around he'd terrorize my daughter, grandkids, and wife. Not a good thing. The turd is known to possess an SKS, and he is clearly unbalanced.
A restraining order was obtained, and things have been good since. Haven't seen or heard from the POS for a couple years.
Today, the first day off I've had in some time, I decided to straighten up the garage. I was busy doing manual labor when I saw a strange pick-up prceeding up my 200-foot drive. For those of you that have been to my place, (Bill W.
) you know that to get to my house it is no accident. About halfway up the drive, I recognize the driver as the subject of the restraining order.I have no weapon close, although there are many improvised weapons in the garage. In the few milliseconds that transpire, I decide that 1) I bolt to the nearest firearm, or 2) stand by and see what develops. I chose COA 2.
Said turd exits the vehicle slowly, with hands in plain view. (he knows me) He approaches slowly, and makes no threat. He clearly states he wants no trouble, and I advise him that is a good thing. After a short chat, he decides to leave. End of story.
When it was all said and done, I asked myself how stupid I would have felt if he'd whooped out that SKS and started to blast. It only takes a half-second.
I usually have a gun within close reach. This is a prime example of how things can go down when you least expect it.


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