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Oh he sent two of his little gang banging thug buddies to my house to "talk me into" dropping charges against him, but I told them to get off of my property. I refuse to live my life in fear about what his family or friends will do to me and my family. Thats not why I did'nt shoot. I did'nt shoot because..................I don't know why. I really don't. All of my friends said "MAN, I would have thought YOU would have shot him. I would have!!!!!" You NEVER know how your gonna react in a situation like that untill your there.seamusTX wrote:That's reprensible, but you could have sent him to the Great Beyond and had his three brothers or 15 fellow gang members come after you. It happens. You can never predict all the hypothetical consequences.hoss4570 wrote:... the gut [guy?] I LET LIVE came back and beat the compound krud out of me with a two by four, darn near killing me. I think I will act differently in the future.
- Jim
He was screaming at my sisters house, who lived in our rent house next door, and no, I did'nt know him. I had seen him a time or two, but did'nt know his name. He was apparantly looking for the guy that lived with my sister. OH YEAH, he was out on parole for robbing and beating a 80 year old woman out of Tarrant county................REAL nice guy.govnor wrote: You said he was screaming at your daughter's house. Did you know this guy?
Yep. But your right, I really don't know what I'd do, and heres the reason why. A few years ago, before I became lic. to carry, I was setting in my living room sewing on a holster. My daughter, 14 years old at the time, came in and said "Dad, theres a drunk guy out there yelling and cussing at Denise's (my sister) house. I am crippled and walk with two canes. I went outside to ask him what he needed. To make a long story short, he refused to leave, even after my wife brought me a pistol, he refused to leave. He kept getting in my face and saying "Hit me, I dare you, hit me'" I kept telling him to get back, and he kept comming. I DID NOT SHOOT. My wife called the cops and than he left. Next night, same thing. next night, same thing. On the fourth night, he told me "One day I'll catch you without your pistol and I'll kill you." About two weeks later, he did catch me without my pistol, I was out in my shop working on my '50 Chevy pickup. He pickuped a 2x4 and beat the living daylights out of me (he was in his early 20s, me in my late 40s and crippled). Broke my hand and caved in my skull. They caught him and he did five years in the slam. Knowing what I know now, I would have shot him. I had three oppertunities ti kill him, and I did'nt. I think now I would.familyman wrote: and there was additional threat to my family members on the property, he would cease to exist as I moved on to clear my family.