I found this over at Glock Talk and found it a good read. What would you have done? Robber, baseball bat and a .25 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This has been an unusual night. I was at home tonight, and had the TV on when I heard what sounded like an argument outside. I live in a pretty nice residential neighborhood, but you don't have to go too far for the neighborhoods to take a turn for the worse. So my first thought was that some flotsam had started yelling at each other while passing through. This is in a historic district with all 100+ year old homes, so the houses are set close to the street with large back yards. After a few moments more with it continuing, seemingly very close by the front of my house, I went to see what was happening. The streetlight across the street burned out a few days ago and has not been repaired yet, so it was hard to see even with porch lights on, but as soon as I opened the door, I could tell it was serious. Of all things, I had slipped a Beretta .25 in a front pocket today, but I hadn't left home and wasn't planning on it tonight. From my porch I could hear at least two people yelling, and see that "something" was happening just off the sidewalk about 30 feet away, but I couldn't see well enough to make out details. I heard loud yelling, cursing, and made out, "Give it to me! Just ****ing give it to me." I still had the idea that there were two men fighting, but was not sure. I had the Beretta out of my pocket and by my side, and yell, "What the hell is going on?! Stop now!!!" I still couldn't see well, and came off my porch and down to the sidewalk, still unsure of what was going on, and yell again, "Stop now!" A person came towards me and I definitely had the impression that it was a serious situation. At that point, I brought up the Beretta (in a weaver stance, you really do react out of habit), pointed it between the eyes of the 17-20 year old black male who had gotten to about 10 feet from me, and said, "What the **** is going on here?!" He stopped, shoulders squared to me, and just looked at me, or perhaps the barrel of that little Beretta, for maybe 4-5 seconds, then suddenly hauls ass. When he is clear out I go check out the man laying against the tree. Turns out it is a neighbor from around the block, 50ish, covered in blood, but conscious. The black guy had beaten him with a baseball bat repeatedly during what turned out to be a robbery. The man was walking his dog and having a cup of coffee. I don't know how bad the injuries are, but they were significant. I never saw the bat. Of all times to have the little .25, this was a pretty damn bad one. But the contrast between what he did to an unarmed man vs. an armed man who confronted him is pretty stark. The things that really stand out to me are how many unknowns there were, variables that would have probably changed my decision making process. It never occurred to me that it was a strong arm robbery until it was over. My first thought was that it was a fight that turned very violent, and I stayed with that assumption throughout. I had no idea the robber was armed with a bat, but I did know I didn't want him any closer to me when he got off the other guy. Turns out that was a good call. I absolutely experienced tunnel vision, when he came forward towards me, I don't recall anything outside of looking directly at him. I didn't hear anything at all at that point either. I do recall a good clear sight picture, literally right between his eyes. There was never a question in my mind that I would shoot him if he presented a threat...but I never saw that damn bat. There is a lot to try to sort out in a very short period, and I certainly didn't have all the info I wanted. Or the firearm. I would say it turned out ok - except the innocent victim may well be seriously injured and the criminal will probably get away. This was pretty bad even for a Monday. __________________ I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed, or numbered. My life is my own.