|December 10, 2009, 11:17 AM||#1|
Join Date: January 30, 2006
Answering the door naked
I live in what used to be a high robbery area. When I first moved there, I had no air conditioner and tended to sleep naked.
Now, mind you, I seldom had visitors after 8 p.m. except my girlfriend, so I figured any knock on the door after 10 p.m. at night might be spurious or a criminal attempted to do a rush and rob, a lot of which happened in my town back then.
Basically theives knock on your door in the middle of the night and when you open the door they rush in, overpower you and rob you.
So I started answering the door with my .45 in my hand....buck naked if it was after 10 p.m. at night. I showed up at work at 7 a.m. in those days and went to bed early.
I figured that if somebody was up to something no good, the sight of a large, ugly, naked man with a large handgun might disturb them so much that I would have a tactical advantage over them. After all, tactics are things you do, not things you buy.
I did this for many years and eventualy it paid off, albeit not in the way I had thought.
I had this one aquaintance who was a real pest. He was the friend of a friend who had poor taste in friends. This idiot would come around, annoy the crap out of you for an hour or two and try to bum money off you.
One night, he knocked on my door about 2 a.m.
You guessed it...
He never came back!
It works, it works!
|December 10, 2009, 11:36 AM||#3|
Join Date: December 17, 2005
Location: East Central Florida
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|December 10, 2009, 12:02 PM||#4|
Join Date: June 25, 2008
Location: Central, Southern NY, USA
It works in other ways too.
One very rainy and unsuccessful morning of deer hunting, my father had stripped out of his wet clothes and was sitting in the kitchen in his underwear preparing to clean his shotgun.
Knock on the door. I look out, it's Jehovah's (or Mormon's). I tell dad. He's says "I'll get it."
Imagine the sight of an over-weight, hairy, middle-aged man in his underwear, holding a shotgun when the door opens....
They apparently take notes because they didn't come back for a LOOOONG time.
Still happily answering to the call-sign Peetza.
You do not HAVE a soul. You ARE a soul. You HAVE a body.
He is no fool who gives what he can not keep to gain what he can not lose.
-Jim Eliott, paraphrasing Philip Henry.
|December 10, 2009, 12:04 PM||#5|
Join Date: November 17, 2000
Well, that's just special.
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