This story happened about 5 years ago at my home. Thankfully calmer heads prevailed and the ending wasn't tragic.
It was a cool summer Saturday night, it had been raining most of the day and I had the upstairs windows open. I had just got into bed, I think the time was about 11pm.
As I laid in bed, I heard my dogs getting agitated, their barks turned from the typical everyday warning barks to downright angry, snap their teeth, show their gums, nasty barking. I knew something wasn't right. As I got out of bed to arm myself, I heard the metal sound of the gate latch opening and closing. I quickly picked up my Mossberg 500 tactical 12ga.
I could hear footsteps below the upstairs double bay window (remember it is open and it's the kind of window that protrudes beyond the side of the house so I can see below clearly). I make my way to the window and I can see movement outside my house moving toward the door. I can hear the storm door open and it has me very nervous. Very loudly I say "step away from the door" and at the same time I chamber a round into the barrel of the shotgun. Immediately, the person at my door steps back and draws his pistol aiming it directly at me. The same time I see the gun, I identify the person as a State Trooper because the side light from the house shines on the gold stripe of his uniform.
Imagine having a shotgun pointed at you from above and you are a DSP Trooper investigating an armed robbery where your service dog has scent tracked the perp to this house......... How neither of us was shot still amazes me to this day!
We both slowly lowered our weapons and he asked me to come downstairs and identify myself. I walked outside and he explained what he was doing and I told him he was lucky he didn't get shot. he said the same thing to me and everything was OK. Honestly, I look back at this one and thank god/training/something that we were both as calm as we were when this happened.
It was a cool summer Saturday night, it had been raining most of the day and I had the upstairs windows open. I had just got into bed, I think the time was about 11pm.
As I laid in bed, I heard my dogs getting agitated, their barks turned from the typical everyday warning barks to downright angry, snap their teeth, show their gums, nasty barking. I knew something wasn't right. As I got out of bed to arm myself, I heard the metal sound of the gate latch opening and closing. I quickly picked up my Mossberg 500 tactical 12ga.
I could hear footsteps below the upstairs double bay window (remember it is open and it's the kind of window that protrudes beyond the side of the house so I can see below clearly). I make my way to the window and I can see movement outside my house moving toward the door. I can hear the storm door open and it has me very nervous. Very loudly I say "step away from the door" and at the same time I chamber a round into the barrel of the shotgun. Immediately, the person at my door steps back and draws his pistol aiming it directly at me. The same time I see the gun, I identify the person as a State Trooper because the side light from the house shines on the gold stripe of his uniform.
Imagine having a shotgun pointed at you from above and you are a DSP Trooper investigating an armed robbery where your service dog has scent tracked the perp to this house......... How neither of us was shot still amazes me to this day!
We both slowly lowered our weapons and he asked me to come downstairs and identify myself. I walked outside and he explained what he was doing and I told him he was lucky he didn't get shot. he said the same thing to me and everything was OK. Honestly, I look back at this one and thank god/training/something that we were both as calm as we were when this happened.
