campus concealed carry
Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 4:50 am
Pete Zaria:
I threw out the wax bullet bit as a "Ha-Ha".Fact is, I pretty much agree with you, too...to a point: A good marksman can make and will make the shot. Now, not a lot of civilians out there can "make" the shot.So, of course they're going to go for their biggest target.
I've never been known to do things the easiest way.If it's not hard, it's not worth doing.
I, was shot once, shot a few people...been stabbed a few times,sliced a few times, too. First stab wound was from a 19" bayonet that glanced off my sternum(creating a bone chip that worked it's way to the surface over 10 years later) and just barely slid through right next to my heart. The situation was very intense, to say the least, my ex-wife who was there(we were married then, she's dead now...it wasn't me!) went from panic & hysteria to a full on diabetic collapse after an instant asthma attack. Needless to say, she went down... which was just as well because she was a liability up to that point.
Our assailant didn't figure that I'd stop, look at him, look down at my chest, see the bayonet sticking out (he'd let go of it and had stumbled back and away...probably waiting for me to fall), open my sweater neck, t-shirt neck, polypropylene neck and then look back up at him.
I was pretty pissed off at that point( this is going to sound strange to a lot of people, but all I could think of was that he'd just ruined a favorite sweater from an elderly family friend).
I pulled it out, looked at it up and down, looked at him,his entire demeanor seemed to be changing. But, Pete, I ended up shooting that guy and his friends. I loaded my wife in our car and drove us both 37 miles into town to a hospital,parked at the ER doors, left her in the car, walked in,stood patiently, waiting for the nurse at the desk to finish with a previous person, and when she asked what I needed,I told her about my wife and then about myself...for some reason I could see in her eyes that she didn't really believe me, she reached for something under the counter shelf and the security dick showed up as I pulled my shirts off to show her my wound. Amazing what it takes to get a point across.Needless to say- they acted accordingly after that.
While I was on a gurny, two cops showed up to interview me, seperately.They ended up taking the guy's into custody, and I walked.
One of my step-fathers,when I was younger, had been a very highly respected jar-head,brilliant, but an asshole. Taught us 4 brothers and 1 sister how to shoot. We were all scared to death of him. He always said that humans were just animals and animals were put on this earth to be hunted (I've not heard of many other people ballsy? enough to hunt Alaskan red bear with nothing but a .41 Dan Wesson). WE were taght in a number of ways...but what we've come to realize since we've grown on in years away from his memory is he WAS crazy (learning to shoot at mannequins from near and far, for instance), but we still have all the "skills" he "embedded" into us...He shot me. one day when he was drunk,again, and it was my turn to hang out down below to set back up the dummies. I don't tell my little ones when they are crawling on my lower left leg and they put their weight on that spot and I still cry out in pain years later now, because I still have a fragment near my tibial crest. ... a .22 is a .22 no matter how far away or how long ago.
I've shot more than my share of hoodlums as an adult, every one of them justified if that's what you want to call it- but by who's standard is the question; never killed one, they ALL stopped what they were doing though to pay all of their attention to themselves.
Your post, Pete, makes me think that maybe you're more of a libertarian than a liberal...doesn't matter anyhoo, glad to know ya!
I threw out the wax bullet bit as a "Ha-Ha".Fact is, I pretty much agree with you, too...to a point: A good marksman can make and will make the shot. Now, not a lot of civilians out there can "make" the shot.So, of course they're going to go for their biggest target.
I've never been known to do things the easiest way.If it's not hard, it's not worth doing.
I, was shot once, shot a few people...been stabbed a few times,sliced a few times, too. First stab wound was from a 19" bayonet that glanced off my sternum(creating a bone chip that worked it's way to the surface over 10 years later) and just barely slid through right next to my heart. The situation was very intense, to say the least, my ex-wife who was there(we were married then, she's dead now...it wasn't me!) went from panic & hysteria to a full on diabetic collapse after an instant asthma attack. Needless to say, she went down... which was just as well because she was a liability up to that point.
Our assailant didn't figure that I'd stop, look at him, look down at my chest, see the bayonet sticking out (he'd let go of it and had stumbled back and away...probably waiting for me to fall), open my sweater neck, t-shirt neck, polypropylene neck and then look back up at him.
I was pretty pissed off at that point( this is going to sound strange to a lot of people, but all I could think of was that he'd just ruined a favorite sweater from an elderly family friend).
I pulled it out, looked at it up and down, looked at him,his entire demeanor seemed to be changing. But, Pete, I ended up shooting that guy and his friends. I loaded my wife in our car and drove us both 37 miles into town to a hospital,parked at the ER doors, left her in the car, walked in,stood patiently, waiting for the nurse at the desk to finish with a previous person, and when she asked what I needed,I told her about my wife and then about myself...for some reason I could see in her eyes that she didn't really believe me, she reached for something under the counter shelf and the security dick showed up as I pulled my shirts off to show her my wound. Amazing what it takes to get a point across.Needless to say- they acted accordingly after that.
While I was on a gurny, two cops showed up to interview me, seperately.They ended up taking the guy's into custody, and I walked.
One of my step-fathers,when I was younger, had been a very highly respected jar-head,brilliant, but an asshole. Taught us 4 brothers and 1 sister how to shoot. We were all scared to death of him. He always said that humans were just animals and animals were put on this earth to be hunted (I've not heard of many other people ballsy? enough to hunt Alaskan red bear with nothing but a .41 Dan Wesson). WE were taght in a number of ways...but what we've come to realize since we've grown on in years away from his memory is he WAS crazy (learning to shoot at mannequins from near and far, for instance), but we still have all the "skills" he "embedded" into us...He shot me. one day when he was drunk,again, and it was my turn to hang out down below to set back up the dummies. I don't tell my little ones when they are crawling on my lower left leg and they put their weight on that spot and I still cry out in pain years later now, because I still have a fragment near my tibial crest. ... a .22 is a .22 no matter how far away or how long ago.
I've shot more than my share of hoodlums as an adult, every one of them justified if that's what you want to call it- but by who's standard is the question; never killed one, they ALL stopped what they were doing though to pay all of their attention to themselves.
Your post, Pete, makes me think that maybe you're more of a libertarian than a liberal...doesn't matter anyhoo, glad to know ya!