When have you come the closest to shooting someone?

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My morning drive to work takes me through a state park and there's always somebody trying to drive 10 miles an hour in a 35 mile an hour zone to look at the cute deer,coyotes, and pheasants on the side of the road. On this particular morning I was already running 5 to 10 minutes late for work and the car in front of me was doing about 8 to 10 miles an hour. I checked that there was no oncoming traffic and passed him over a double yellow line. As I passed the driver leaned out his window and both the scruffy driver and his 400 lb passenger flipped me the bird and shouted some things about my Mother. I passed them and continued on my way to work until I hit a construction zone with one lane open and a solid red light with a 10 minute wait. I immediately recognized I was going to be stuck there for the next 5 to 10 minutes with the Amish speed asshole behind me. I could not pull forward or U-turn as there was a semi truck in front of me, a steady stream of traffic in the opposite lane, and a ditch to the right I could not traverse, and the tortoise just off my rear bumper. I chamber checked my Glock 19 and holstered it just as the driver of the slow- mobile got out of his car and sprinted towards my driver side door. As the driver approached I mentally made a note of the fact that he had nothing in either hand. He started screaming at me from the moment he got out of his vehicle telling me that I was going too fast and I could've killed children at the speeds I was driving, 40mph, (keep in mind this is a Tuesday morning at about 9 a.m. with no school children in sight.) His eyes were bloodshot and he wad shifting side to side as he continues to curse and shout. (Evidently he bought the bad angry pot) I firmly told him to calm down and to go back to his vehicle. He replied that I should go fuck myself. I told him once again to return to his vehicle and that he ought not to speak to people that he was not familiar with in such a manner. He of course took this in the worst of possible ways and assumed that I was trying to get all tough guy on him, it was comical almost but at the same time I was dreading having to shoot this guy. I made one more attempt to get him to return to his vehicle and he finally slowly turned around and headed back to his warm truck cab and his morbidly obese boyfriend, but only after informing me that I was lucky he wasn't going to his truck and returning with a baseball bat to beat the shit out of me. I told him that it would not be in his best self interest to do that and once he got to his vehicle hevery should stay there. Which he did thank God. About two minutes later the light changed and I was able to move forward, and pull off the road and let him get around me as I wanted his plate #, and did not want him following me to work that morning, or any other morning. I had the adrenaline shakes for about 15 minutes afterwards. Moral of the story;
1. Obey traffic laws!
2. ALWAYS give yourself an escape!
3. Set your alarm early and don't be in a rush to work!


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Yikes!

Luckily, I haven't had any close calls or confrontations while armed.

I did have an incident a few years back with a thirty to forty-something year old guy who had way too much to drink.

I went out with a group of four girls and was the only guy with them. As the night was winding down near closing time, they were all sitting in a group and the guy and his friend came over and started harassing all of them to come home with him (our whole group was between 21-23).

I was getting the "rescue us" look from across the room so I walked over there and asked if there was a problem.

He said, "fuck off." Then he proceeded to keep harassing them. I stepped up to where I was angled 45 degrees to the front and right of him and calmly asked him to leave us be and we can go our separate ways.
Luckily, he was pretty wasted and I had my faculties so he telegraphed that he was throwing a haymaker with his right fist and swung it in a wide path. I was able to duck back, deflecting his swing back across his body with my left forearm. He was extended so I was able to land a solid right fist to his solar plexus and he went down hard. His friend stepped forward but security was already rushing over so he froze up.

After explaining all that had happened, apparently we weren't the only group that was being harassed by this guy that night. They hauled the guys off and (as I found out after the fact) took copies of their IDs so they could ban them from the establishment.

Since I was the only guy in the group, some of the other patrons offered to walk with us back to the car in case they regrouped outside or found some friends.

I would much prefer if that was my last incident.