Same thing happened to me last summer at a quick trip while I was getting gas. I told them no I don't have any to give them and notified the clerks inside. What are you talking about?

Same thing happened to me last summer at a quick trip while I was getting gas. I told them no I don't have any to give them and notified the clerks inside.

Sure he wasn't a Nigerian Prince?

Some mentioned him getting to close...What I started doing some years back is telling them... "That's far enough"... Then converse at a distance.

This gives you reactionary time, until you can size things up.

You are cold as ice.

We have recorded cases of the women going door to door looking for unlocked houses, that they then enter and steal whatever they can get their mitts on.

Good info, Tatiana.

I know of that Orlov Stud farm. Among the most beautiful horses on earth. Along with the Soviet heavy drafts. That would be cause for complete disappearing those thieves. To the "Train Station" without delay.

You cannot "reason" with them, converse with them. They will keep pushing the boundary. The veteran I know doesn't "reason" with them. He yells at them in the short amount of words he uses, and glares right at them. Keeping direct eye contact. He keeps moving. He doesn't tell them he has called anyone. They know, just like the predators they are, that he can back his ONE warning up easily, and he would if they were stoopid enough to press him. They don't. NO stopping, NO conversing...as if you can suddenly talk your way out of what they've already made up their minds to do to you.

They are acting ghetto with you without your permission. They only understand if you return response with ghetto back to them.

The more you run your mouth, the more they see they can push it.

You don't want to gamble if they are harmless beggars or not. They can always be a heartbeat away from deciding to inflict damage on you to see what else they can do to you. You have the right to your space from a stranger closing in on you. Don't freeze and try to be "nice" . Fear paralyzes. Controlled anger motivates.

All my instructors , in firearms and martial arts understand this no nonsense approach and teach how to read body language, how to use your body language, and voice , with very FEW words, one time.

Never stop moving . Don't think you can talk them to death. And never let them get close to you. Always see ahead everywhere you go. Look under parked cars from a distance as you walk. As soon as you are inside your vechile, lock the dang door as soon as you close it.

If someone blocks you in, call the bluff. If they're on foot standing in front of you , with demands, run their behind over. If they have blocked you in their vechile, T bone them and push them aside with vigor. The stronger the vechile you have, the better that will be accomplished. And if you ever need to draw your pistol, roll down your window and sight in on them with your forearms resting on the window sill. That's after nothing else will work , and its them or you that survives. Or they drag you out of your window and take you to a second location...be resolved to die before you allow that invasion of yourself.

If they are at your door, NEVER open it to speak to them. They can hear you from inside. That's easy. Just stay inside and handle them depending on what they do.


These days, with terrorists and criminals and swindlers literally swarming into our country, I wish that these self-defense measures would be taught by everyone to family, friends, students, seniors, everyone .

Like shooting. If you don't instill this as muscle memory in your mind as a serious plan, the chances of being taken totally by surprise, unaware, and reverting back to old "programming" of talking them to death, thinking you can reason them out of it, will end up in a bad result that could have been handled very differently.

If I'm ever traveling and break down, I hope it's in your neck of the woods jbyrd. Looks like a feller would be walking in most places. Lol.

That must be a Freudian slip.

"CHOOT DEM" !!!!!

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Riiiight. I was quoting Tatiana above.

Your mind must work in mysterious ways, Kre .... Real cute...and the spell check corrected .

That was a very smart move what you did. You were thinking and thought it out well. Glad all turned out well.

No we are not allowed to have guns here,
You are the gun culture,remember?
Here we would invite him to the camp for a jar of screech.

No I had put it back in the holster and lain it in the floor board behind me at that point. I showed it to him on purpose so he knew I was armed. That was just 1 of 4 I had with me BUT my 380 was in my hand that was in my front pocket pointed right at his crotch . Finger on the trigger. I was born at night just not last night. I'm to old and crippled to get my ares kicked. Never go anywhere without that little Taurus in my pocket That includes boat ramps Even mail box ! If i'm just in shorts I carry it in my hand . Much to your disappointment I was in complete control of the situation I believe . Looked him straight in the eye at all times . Didn't panic heck didn't even increase my heart rate. LOL . I think a brother buster thru the nut sack might have stopped his advances. I might have left out he was about 25 yards away when he got out of his vehicle. That's when I picked up the 9 mm and just turned so he could see it. Then laid in back inside the truck and put my right hand in my pocket the entire time until I waved good bye...... BUT Since you saw it go down what else did I do wrong.

Hippie I don't even go lock up my detached garage unless I'm carrying 1 sometimes 2 fire arms. Heck the mail box....

And for only$10.

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Lol

When I opened this I thought you were talking about this foreigner. Lol

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Ran into one just last week. Was at the local Wal Mart putting groceries in the back of the truck. Up came a small statured 30ish woman with small boy in tow. She whipped out a piece of cardboard that had been folded under her arm, unfolded it and held it up for me to see. It read how she was an immigrant, poor and hungry kids blah blah..................

I ask her where she was from and she said "Rooooomania"
Ask her how she got here and she said "We flew''
Ask her who paid for the ticket and she just gave me a confused look.
I told there was a Wendy's right off the edge of the Wal Mart that would pay her $14 an hour and she could go to work there.
She didn't miss a lick and I saw here talking to some one else the next isle over.

I'm sure now I met a genuine old world Eastern European Gypsy.

Someday Boco, Mother England may allow you to have guns; if you prove you can be responsible with them.