Posted on 05/08/2010 5:33:06 PM PDT by 2aberro
To whom it may concern. If your wife does not own a 12 ga, you may need to buy her one for her birthday.
I recently took a job that keeps me away from home most of the time. My wife had many nights of sleeplessness due to fear, agnst, and lack of self confidence when she is alone at night.
Long story short. I bought her a short barreled 12ga and it is loaded with low recoil buckshot.
She and I practiced with HER shotgun with light dove loads for several weeks.
The 12ga sleeps on my side of the bed when I'm not at home and she sleeps soundly now, she fears no living being. Here is a poem I really like:
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It's all a tale of living, of what a man can be. I'll pass it on from my life, so maybe you can see. There's very few things that can't get done With five hunnerd dollars and a pump shotgun.
It's been passed on to me, from father to the kid. Sometimes you have to stand tall, sometimes you best be hid.
But a man can always stand tall, he never has to run
With five hunnerd dollars and a pump shotgun.
There's times when life is fearful, there's times that aren't so good. When a man does what he has to, when he does just what he should.
But he can keep his house warm, his place there in the sun With five hunnerd dollars and a pump shotgun.
One night the prisoners broke out, a few had rushed the gate. And Daddy heard that they were coming, heading down the interstate.
But they didn't stop at our house, they continued on the run Cause Dad was on the front porch with a pump shotgun.
Sometimes my Dad worked overtime, sometimes from out of state
My Momma didn't worry when the old man got in late She knew where Daddy kept them, could grab them on the run She had five hunnerd dollars and a pump shotgun.
It didn't matter what the trouble, didn't matter what the cause, If a kid got sick or the roof blew off, it didn't give her pause.
If a wolf got in the chickens, just trying to have some fun Mom would greet him warmly with a pump shotgun.
And when I started my house, with a baby on the way Dad came by one evening, said what he had to say "Remember all your lessons, and do what must be done.
Here's five hunnerd dollars and a pump shotgun."
I think there’s opportunity here for someone to start a “home security consultant” business.
It would involve inspecting the house and its occupants, correcting any serious security deficiencies, helping the occupants buy weapons they are comfortable with, as well as training them with their use, the law, and the philosophy of use. That is, tactics.
Then they could do a risk assessment of the neighborhood, figure out estimated response time of the police, even help set up a block watch, or at least a phone directory of all the neighbors.
It might even include things like fire safety and disaster preparedness and response.
If you know of a gun range or have a friend with a farm, why not practice shooting in the dark? (Hold the flashlight, if you simply must have one, well away from your body.)
.20 gauge is supper fine. 12 is too much for a female/light male.
Intriguing concept.
WHEN the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can.
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husbands, each confirms the other's tale—
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Man, a bear in most relations—worm and savage otherwise,—
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise.
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.
Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
Mirth obscene diverts his anger—Doubt and Pity oft perplex
Him in dealing with an issue—to the scandal of The Sex!
But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same;
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.
She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pity—must not swerve for fact or jest. These be purely male diversions—not in these her honour dwells—
She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.
She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate.
And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.
She is wedded to convictions—in default of grosser ties;
Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies!—
He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild,
Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.
Unprovoked and awful charges—even so the she-bear fights,
Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons—even so the cobra bites,
Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw
And the victim writhes in anguish—like the Jesuit with the squaw!
So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
To some God of Abstract Justice—which no woman understands.
And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
Must command but may not govern—shall enthral but not enslave him.
And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail,
That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.
Rudyard Kipling
Go with some gun-savvy friends, and make sure you have a good backstop and keep the muzzle down.
Well, even if she misses with that, the shock from the blast will still knock down the intruder.
I have my 12 gauge, and when hubby’s out of town, it is within easy grasp of me...and I know how to use it, and even take it hunting from time to time...
I bought my 500A (12 ga.) at WalMart for $209 last year in March. For another $100, I replaced the forearm and stock with black synthetic (from Mossberg) and got a black synthetic folding stock from ATI. You have to be careful on the forearm for them, there are two versions - I knew the original sub-model of my 500, so it was a simple phone call to Mossberg to get the right composite replacement.
It takes less than 10 minutes to switch between home defense configuration and sporting/hunting configuration.
Mine has her own Mossberg 590. And her own M4gery. And her own Kimber Pro Carry in .45 flavor. And is proficent in the use of them. If the invaders get through our Huskies, that is!
Considering that the longest shot for any target I’d have in the house is 12 to 15 feet, it should be controllable in the field.
Did you see his lips moving, HAL?
She might surprise herself when faced with reality and the necessity of self-preservation, or the preservation of her family.
My thought is that it's better to be prepared and decide against it than to be unprepared and regret it.
Wal Mart sells the Rossi youth single shot .410 with an extra .22 long rifle barrel for plinking. If there are no children around to worry about, put a butt sock on the shotgun butt and put four .410 slugs and five .410 #4 shot rounds in the sleeve slots. Have someone put a picatinny rail on the foregrip, to which you attach a vertical foregrip for holding the gun as you reload. Attach a laser to the barrel just ahead of the foregrip, and practice using the sighting systems while shooting bird shot loads. If there are grandkids or great grandkids to worry about, place an industrial strength felt side of velcro on the butt stock and cut the loop strip from the butt sock and attach the hook side of the velcro tot he loop patch ... you can keep the gun separate fromt he ammo but bring it to battery very quickly. The vertical foregrip and laser are important additions, but easy to add on. I make them up for sale at gunshows. Using a folding veertical foregrip now.
If you have kids coming and going, a good alternative to the Rossi youth model is a good Taurus OSS DS in .45 caliber. You can load the magazines and keep them separate fromt he gun, and the gun stored with slide back so that all you need do is pop the mag in and drop the slide, then pull the trigger twelve times and reload. The frame takes a nioce under frame laser, too. The spring on a Taurus is easier to replace than a grandchild, and leaving the slide back is not as bad on the spring as many think ... you would have to leave it that way for more than a year to change the tension on it in any appreciable way. And ordering replacement springs is easy and cheap, by comparison.
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The wasp spray that shoots a stream 25 feet is more effective than mace, inside a house.
A canned air screamer (like yacht clubs use) is disorienting inside a house when pointed toward an intruder.
A one-million candle power light can disorient an intruder in a dimly lit home.
Every bedroom should have a fire extinguisher--not just in the kitchen and garage, to help get out in an emergency.
Even a squirt bottle with straight bleach in it can slow an intruder by searing their vision.
And finally, a door jamb can buy you precious seconds if an intruder is determined to get to you upon breaking in. For that reason, at least one room in your home should be the designated 'retreat and defend' room, where weaponry and door jammers and a fire extinguisher should be kept.
Bring your car keys and cell phone to the bedroom at night, every night.
There’s nothing scarier than the sound of a pump racking a shell in the chamber and it’s aimed at you
That’s gotta be a great story
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