Errant_Venture
I'm the space cowboy.
So, some of you might know, I work in retail management. That means I get home late a lot. Last night, I got home, and offered to walk the dog for my wife, at around 11:30 PM. So, we're outside, and I'm walking the dog, and in a moment of disregard, I left my firearm inside when I got home. So I'm sitting outside with nothing more than a 1.5 inch knife that is hidden inside of my pen, and I hear rustling sounds from the forest behind the building.
I wasn't sure what it was at first, but it was getting closer. Now, my dog is a good protection dog, and I've trained him in a few commands, such as "Cease" which in our case means "sit your ass down and don't make a noise." So I'm waiting, and listening, and the sound gets closer. It was something like "rustle rustle.... rustle rustle..... rustle rustle." Two steps, two steps. Clearly bipedal. I pull out my phone, and calmly tell my wife to bring me my gun,which was sitting on the arm of the couch near the door. She, of course, proceeds to ask me a million questions, instead of just bringing me my pistol. As soon as I said, "Hey, could you bring me my gun from the couch" I hear the steps break off, which at the time had started "charging" through the underbrush towards me, and head diagonal, along the line of the trees, away from us, and then I guess whoever it was broke from the treeline, because it stopped.
I don't mind saying, due to the time of night, and my very meager protection, I had a pretty good adrenaline rush going. The moral of this story, ladies and gentlemen... don't let your guard down like I did. Also, coincidentally, communicate with your spouses that if you ever need anything, or they ever need anything, regarding protection, to save any unnecessary questions for LATER.
Hopefully, having learned these in a mostly harmless situation will benefit me later.
I wasn't sure what it was at first, but it was getting closer. Now, my dog is a good protection dog, and I've trained him in a few commands, such as "Cease" which in our case means "sit your ass down and don't make a noise." So I'm waiting, and listening, and the sound gets closer. It was something like "rustle rustle.... rustle rustle..... rustle rustle." Two steps, two steps. Clearly bipedal. I pull out my phone, and calmly tell my wife to bring me my gun,which was sitting on the arm of the couch near the door. She, of course, proceeds to ask me a million questions, instead of just bringing me my pistol. As soon as I said, "Hey, could you bring me my gun from the couch" I hear the steps break off, which at the time had started "charging" through the underbrush towards me, and head diagonal, along the line of the trees, away from us, and then I guess whoever it was broke from the treeline, because it stopped.
I don't mind saying, due to the time of night, and my very meager protection, I had a pretty good adrenaline rush going. The moral of this story, ladies and gentlemen... don't let your guard down like I did. Also, coincidentally, communicate with your spouses that if you ever need anything, or they ever need anything, regarding protection, to save any unnecessary questions for LATER.
Hopefully, having learned these in a mostly harmless situation will benefit me later.