HankT
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Carnivore
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I was in a position of getting ready to blow a fellas eyebrows one time, all he needed to do is act on what he was telling me he intended to do by reaching inside my vehicle and grabbing me, it woulda been lights out, and one bloody headliner in my grand cherokee! and I would've probably missed work that night, but not any sleep.
What happened in your
eyebrows incident?
A friend of mine and his son were smallmouth fishing a river not far from me, and when they returned to their vehicle at sunset, my friend decided he would sit around a camp with 3 fellas that were camped on the gravelbar near the parking place.
His son called me just minutes before i was leaving for work on midnight shift and told me that he needed my help. I said sure Bubs what ya need, he proceeded to tell me how the evening unfolded to the point of his Dad getting drunk on whiskey with these 3 new aquaintances, and when the boy suggested cmon dad we better be getting home, I'll drive !
well one of the adult men took the boy off to the side and told him you ain't going nowhere, your ole man is partying with us.. unbeknownst to the kids dad, since he was totally intoxicated, the other fella commenced to whoopin the boys ass.
Move forward in time, while someone was keeping my drunk buddy occupied, another fella was over at the parking lot cleaning out my buddies truck.
Well the boy walked a long ways to the hiway and called me on his cell and I told him I'll be right there.
When I arrived and picked up the son, we went down to the river and there was his dad sitting on the ground beside his truck and a fella sitting inside the cab of my buddies truck rummaging around like he was looking in the floorboard on the pass. side. I pulled up beside the truck, and the fella inside the truck told me to leave, it's a private party. I told him I was here to pick up my friend and wasn't leaving without him, he steeped out of my friends truck and pointed out toward the hiway and said you will get the F--- out of here if I tell you to, I replied not until I get my friend in my jeep, so I told the son to go over and get his dad up and help him to my passenger side seat.
Evidently there was more in the truck that those fellas wanted to get their hands on, because this loudmouth tottood from the top of his skull to his beltline stepped right beside my door and said he'd f------ rip my throat out if I didn't leave, I warned him, DO NOT PUT ONE HAND INSIDE MY VEHICLE, this I'll rip your head off/you're a F------ Pus-- if you don't get out of your jeep right now went on for about 10 minutes or so right in my face at the drivers door and I repeated several times DO not put your hand inside my vehicle.. while the son was coaxing his father to the passenger side of my vehicle.
When the boy opened the pass. door to get ready for his dad to enter this Loudmouth leaned in across the passenger seat, and I met him right over the seat w/ a .44mag just an inch or so from his nose, he promptly leaned right back out of the vehicle, and told his buddies that we're now blocking the back of my vehicle to hurry up and get this fella in the jeep so he can get home.. The 9mm was in the seat between my legs, and the .44 mag was slid down between the seat and console the whole time until the loudmouth leaned into the passenger side. Then I made a believer out of him and all went smooth upon my exit drive out,, the fellas had been ramming their jeep brushguard on every corner of my friends truck, So the son was justified in being in fear for his dads safety, and I've known the Dad since we were kids, and the boy since he was born, and the kid is 19 now and I've always told him Bubs if you're in the right, and you need help, you can call me 24/7/365