Who has had a gun pulled on them

Shotgun to head

While in Navy bootcamp (a looooooong time ago) I was coming out of church choir practice late at night. Across the drill field I saw several flashing emergency lights and thinking there had been an accident, I jogged in their direction to see if I could help. Just then two recruits in standard work blues came running towards me; one yelled "run, you're gonna get shot". I turned to run and heard someone behind me yell "HALT!". I turned to confront whoever it was and saw a Marine Guard with a 12ga leveled at my head. :stop: he ordered me to the ground and I complied quickly. Just then an officer showed up and demanded my ID which I presented with a quick "I'm just coming from choir practice"
Turns out, the lights were from the brig on base (Great Lakes NTC) and the two guys who ran passed me were escaping prisoners. We're all dressed alike, especially in the dark, so confirming my ID, he let me on my way back to the barracks (to change my scivvies). Scariest moment of my life.
 
Had a shotgun pellet in my left knee for many years. There was this kinda crazy old man who lived in a shack in the woods when I was a kid, and being stupid kids we would tease him at times. He would pop off a few rounds from his shotgun now and then, just to scare us. We were always out of range, or so we thought. One day I took one pellet to the knee. It did little more than break the skin. Carried it around for years and it eventually dissolved I guess because it's no longer visible.

Many years after that, but still quite a few years ago, long before anybody passed shall issue concealed carry laws, I had a shotgun pulled on me face to face. I had gotten transferred to a base in Texas and a co-worker had arranged for me to rent a little backyard mother in law kind of building from, I think it was his uncle. Anyway, I'm guessing he hadn't seen it in some time because the place was a total dive. I stayed there a few weeks and finally told them it wasn't going to work out. Turns out the uncle had a drinking problem and the aunt was dying, all of which I learned later. The night I was moving out, I walked out the door with some stuff, headed toward my car and, there was the drunk uncle pointing a shotgun at my face. He was very distraught and in tears, and was basically blaming me for the suffering his wife was going through. I'm guessing the loss of the rent money was a big blow to them or something, but I never really found out the real reasons. There was another younger relative there who also hated me for reasons I did not know, and still don't, but thankfully he was trying to convince the uncle that shooting me was not the answer. There were some very tense few minutes there before the uncle finally broke down and they went back into the house. You never saw anybody pack up a car so fast.
 
About 30 years ago

In California,just inside the doors to my apartment building! He was leaving after attacking one of my neighbors and beating him half to death. Back then I was 6'2" about 210 lbs all muscle. The attacker was a skinny 5'8"-5'10". The .357 magnum he was pointing at me more than made up for the size difference. I was lucky he was in a hurry to get out and had a driver waiting for him. It's amazing how large the barrel of that .357 looked.
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If you can discount two tours in VietNam and 10 years as a Armed Security Officer, as just a plain old civilian on the street, I can't relate any wild and wooley stories like some posted here! :pleasantry:
 
Once when I was probably about 14 I was on a friend's property with my dad, the guy who owned the property, and the guy's son. This guy has about 200 acres of woods with a lake and a little cabin. The property is surrounded by a state forest and they get quite a few trespassers there.
I told them that I was going for a hike and told them where I was going to be. Then midway through my hike I decided to hike around the lake and come around to the cabin on the other side. Turns out that was a bad idea. I got within about 300 yards of the cabin and thought I heard someone saying my name, so I stopped and listened. They said my name again, so I answered and walked towards them.
As it turns out, I wasn't being very quiet so they heard me from a ways off. The guy who owns the property was carrying a .44 Mag and his son was carrying a .357 Mag, both coming at me from different sides because I wasn't where I said I would be and they thought I was a trespasser. Once I met up with them I got a pretty stern lecture about being where I said I would be and realized how close I came to lead flying my way. Needless to say I learned my lesson.
 
A Navy dentist was clearing his weapon at a clearing barrel and I was almost hit as the Beretta discharged by the dentist who as unfamiliar with the gun clearing procedure, very close call.

I was shot at by Iraqis in a town called Ral Al Khafji, but these were when I was in the military and not the sort of experiences you're referring to...
 
Obviously not counting Vietnam...where it wasn't really "having a gun pulled on one"...

When I was about 10 years old, I was leaving my gamily doctor's office and apparently a false alarm of a robbery there had been received. I opened thje door and there were 4 police officers all pointing their guns at me as I stood in the doorway.

Certainly got my attention...
 
My room mate shot me when I was 21 does that count?

you don't feel the pain much do you, it's kind'a suspended disbelief. I caught one in the left thigh passed through didn't realize I was hit just thought I got knocked by an explosion.
 
This thread just triggered a memory of mine. When I was about 12 me and my brother were fishing at a local pond where a couple of kids we knew around the same age had stumbled upon a revolver near the pond. My brother and I had been taught to never handle guns without any adults around but these other two kids decided to pick it up and play with it. They thought it would be funny to point the gun at us with their finger on the trigger and I guess try and scare us. By the looks of it the thing had been out there for a few days at least, and a good amount of change was scattered where they had found the gun. After they pointed the gun at us we ran off and immediately called the police who were a bit arrogant with us. We told them they had handled the gun and even pointed it at us but of course the other kids denied it so they decided a police report wasn't necessary because of conflicting stories. A few days later we found out that the revolver had been used in a gas station robbery that was only a few blocks away from where we lived.
 
I've had guns pulled on me a few times and have been a target of a professional; (who missed with a rifle and a car bomb).

I've also got caught up in a crossfire and had bullets wiz by so close to my head that I felt my hair move.

I think there's an interesting story if you care to share?
 
Once

Years ago I was called to the apartment of a friend and his girlfriend. They had a major fight, he was high and pulled his Taurus 9mm out and threatened her. When I got there he was still waiving it around and talking stupid. It all happened REALLY fast. As the gun was coming toward me I was able to disarm him (10 years of martial arts pratctice at that point). I later found out that the gun was empty. Looking back I could have drawn my weapon and stopped him but I'm glad I didn't. He eventually lost his CCW and sold the gun and cleaned up his act.
 
First time I had a gun pointed at me I was 17 working at a full service filling station (dates me I know). Fortunately I saw the robbery coming and my 20ga trumped his .22. Have faced a few muzzles while in LE and took a bullet through the hips in '91 while working a cash in transit job.
 
I was robbed at gun point in Chicago during the 80s. A juvenile (about 16) held me up in a parking garage uptown. I was just leaving work. He had a semi-auto, I never was sure of the make, and I was needless to say (it was Chicago!) unarmed. He got $60.00 and a credit card. I cancelled the card by phone that night (he never used it.) It took the Chicago PD 30 minutes to respond and they must have never caught him, because I was never called in to identify or testify.
 
Had a 9mm stuck in my face as the guy answered his door. I was 19 he was about 35, he was messing with my wife (now x of course). Damn those barrels look big when you are looking up the wrong end!!
 
Yes, in the prk and threatened several times that I was going to be shot and killed and left in the Mohave Desert. I sort of figured who it was and it gave me a good excuse to carry my Sig P220 and take my chances with the KGB. As most know, it is easier to pull hens teeth than to get a CCW in the prk, only Feinstein could get one for herself. I did have a permit for the work I did which required me to carry 24/7. When my contract ended so did my permit, so did my days in the prk. Glad to be in Arizona, the gun friendly state.
 
Years ago I was called to the apartment of a friend and his girlfriend. They had a major fight, he was high and pulled his Taurus 9mm out and threatened her. When I got there he was still waiving it around and talking stupid. It all happened REALLY fast. As the gun was coming toward me I was able to disarm him (10 years of martial arts pratctice at that point). I later found out that the gun was empty. Looking back I could have drawn my weapon and stopped him but I'm glad I didn't. He eventually lost his CCW and sold the gun and cleaned up his act.

What an idiot! I'm glad that it worked out and no one was injured. Thankfully the weapon was empty. Another reason for me not to like Taurus firearms.
 
A couple time while doing trespass tows, never had 1 aimed at me but a couple "What the F you doing with with my car (show me the gun now) i think you want to put it down"
 
In the Chorwon Valley. My driver got lost, took a wrong turn and ended up at the entrance to a ROK compound. The two Korean privates aimed their M-16s at us. A Black 2nd Lt., a Black Spec 4 and a White Spec 4, classic profiles of North Korean infiltrators...
 
Yeah as a matter of fact. Back in 1973 I was working at a 7-11 in York Pa. I was working the night shift with a gentleman of about 50 or so years (real old in my eyes at the time). It was about 10:30 when 2 black guys blew in, one brandishing a pistol and the other a sawed off 12 gauge. The 12 gauge was leveled at my face. Everything they were screaming at me just sounded like so much buzz.. The only thing in my world at that moment in time was the muzzle of that shotgun.

It was said earlier that the openings of the barrels looked like some tunnels in CO. I have to second that sentiment!

Evidently I wasn't moving fast enough for them. Next thing I know I'm getting smacked in the back of my head and dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. I landed in a heap behind the counter.

Thank God my headache was the worse injury inflicted that night. The old guy never came back to work, but the experience instilled my desire to be able to protect myself. I started going to gun shops and as a result I procured my very first Colt Diamond Back in .38spcl.
 
What an idiot! I'm glad that it worked out and no one was injured. Thankfully the weapon was empty. Another reason for me not to like Taurus firearms.


Now that is real intelligent of you..... to not like a particular firearm brand simply because someone elses friend was threatening him with an unloaded one from that manufacturer.......
 

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