I have two experiences to share (twenty years apart)...
In the mid-90's, I lived in a quiet neighborhood in Jacksonville, Florida. At 11:30pm on a Saturday night, there was a loud banging on my front door. Picking up my 9mm, I quietly slipped out the back door (no street lights covered me). I saw a car parked in the street with a black guy at the wheel and the motor running. The other black guy was still beating on my door.
I racked the slide on the 9mm (even though there was already a round in the chamber) as I stepped around the corner. The guy at the door was so surprised that he literally ran to the car and off they went. I had racked the slide to ensure that the bad guy was aware that I was armed. IMHO, I stopped a home invasion.
My second experience was late last year at the Walmart parking lot on Marks Street in Henderson, Nevada.
I stopped at Walmart about two o'clock in the afternoon to buy a case of beer and a loaf of bread. Because it was late in the day, I had to park in the outlying area of the parking lot. As I exited the store, I walked up the row of parked cars that was directly opposite the door and one row over from my hardtop Jeep...intending to cut between the cars when I approached my vehicle. I was carrying a .45 ACP OWB, concealed with a vest.
As I approached my intended route between the cars, I noticed a "particular" oddity. There was an older model Chevy backed in beside my Jeep with both doors on the right side open. Behind the wheel was a black guy who was scanning the lot. There were two other black guys casing my Jeep (very darkly tinted windows)...one on each side.
I put down my beer and bread, uncovered my weapon and placed my hand on the grip. I stepped between the cars and said, "If you're looking for trouble, you just found it." I had already decided to shoot the bigger one first, followed by his companion...with the third round for the driver, if there was time.
The two immediately jumped in the open doors of the Chevy and the driver darn near wrecked the car making the getaway from the obvious "smash-n-grab" scene. However, I got the plate number and called 911. The cops arrived in about five minutes, but I never heard anything afterward.
BTW: The police asked if I had a permit to carry, but never asked to actually see it when I told them I did. Perhaps, the NRA sticker on the Jeep and my positive response was enough. Besides, I just look enough like a redneck anyway.:laugh: There are countless smash-n-grabs that occur in the Vegas area every month.