hwhite1725
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I have two encounters.
A few months ago I returned home from work to find my back door shattered and the door blinds torn down. My immediate reaction was to clear the apartment although my dog was non-reactive so I wasn't to concerned about an immediate threat. Once I was sure that there was no one else inside I shut my dog in my room and dialed my local Sheriffs office and then my leasing office. About 5 minutes later the first deputy arrived and I immediately informed him that I was the leasee, I had a CHP and I was currently carrying. The deputy said it was fine and thanked me for informing him (not required in VA). He proceeded to take my statement and a few minutes later a second and third deputy arrived. The first deputy gave them a brief rundown including informing them that I was carrying, and they both nodded and just continued securing the scene. They never did find whoever break in but luckily nothing was taken that wasn't covered by insurance (thankfully all my firearms were locked in the big closet safe
).
My other encounter happened this past summer and is a perfect example of how even if you do everything right, things can still go wrong. I was on my way home after an afternoon at a private outdoor range teaching a Defensive Handun class and I was passing through a local town. I was extremely tired, slightly dehydrated and wanted nothing more than to get home and relax. Unfortunately I wasn't paying attention to my speed and happened past an officer doing about 35 in a 25. He pulled out behind me and put on the flashers. I immediately pulled over and he approached my door. Having just taught a class I was still open carrying my Glock and a set of spare mags. I immediately informed the officer of this fact at the same time seeing another officer pulling in behind the first. While the first officer and I talked (turned out I knew him through a friend), what turned out to be a new officer approached on my passenger's side. Before either I or the first officer could say anything, the second officer saw my Glock through the open window, yelled "GUN" and, drawing his own weapon, pointed it firmly at my head. I did my best not to flinch but out of the corner I my eye I could plainly see that his finger was inside the guard on the trigger. Thankfully, after a quick word from the first officer, the second officer lowered his gun and following an apology, I was allowed to leave and continue my journey home. Needless to say, that definitely got my adrenaline pumping.
A few months ago I returned home from work to find my back door shattered and the door blinds torn down. My immediate reaction was to clear the apartment although my dog was non-reactive so I wasn't to concerned about an immediate threat. Once I was sure that there was no one else inside I shut my dog in my room and dialed my local Sheriffs office and then my leasing office. About 5 minutes later the first deputy arrived and I immediately informed him that I was the leasee, I had a CHP and I was currently carrying. The deputy said it was fine and thanked me for informing him (not required in VA). He proceeded to take my statement and a few minutes later a second and third deputy arrived. The first deputy gave them a brief rundown including informing them that I was carrying, and they both nodded and just continued securing the scene. They never did find whoever break in but luckily nothing was taken that wasn't covered by insurance (thankfully all my firearms were locked in the big closet safe
).My other encounter happened this past summer and is a perfect example of how even if you do everything right, things can still go wrong. I was on my way home after an afternoon at a private outdoor range teaching a Defensive Handun class and I was passing through a local town. I was extremely tired, slightly dehydrated and wanted nothing more than to get home and relax. Unfortunately I wasn't paying attention to my speed and happened past an officer doing about 35 in a 25. He pulled out behind me and put on the flashers. I immediately pulled over and he approached my door. Having just taught a class I was still open carrying my Glock and a set of spare mags. I immediately informed the officer of this fact at the same time seeing another officer pulling in behind the first. While the first officer and I talked (turned out I knew him through a friend), what turned out to be a new officer approached on my passenger's side. Before either I or the first officer could say anything, the second officer saw my Glock through the open window, yelled "GUN" and, drawing his own weapon, pointed it firmly at my head. I did my best not to flinch but out of the corner I my eye I could plainly see that his finger was inside the guard on the trigger. Thankfully, after a quick word from the first officer, the second officer lowered his gun and following an apology, I was allowed to leave and continue my journey home. Needless to say, that definitely got my adrenaline pumping.
I remember once being pulled over when I was very young and stupid and as I got out and heard the 12ga round being chambered in the shotgun..thats when I learned that adrenaline can fill your shorts in a hurry!
