It happened a few monthes ago, but the trial has come and gone, so I guess its ok to talk about it. And no, this isnt one of those "friend" wink-wink situations 
My friend is 21 years old and was spending the week with his mother while his dad was away on Nation Guard duty. His mom had went to her highschool reunion that evening and she desided to invite a few of her girlfriends back for coffee and chit-chat. One of her friends husband, who they also went to school with, taged along. Evedintly, he had consumed a few adult beverages along the way and was becoming quite anoying. He was quckly becomeing very beligerant and started makeing druken advances towards the 7 or so women who were trying to catch up on old times. They asked him and his wife to leave. My friend was upstairs after returing from a little night trail rideing on the 4 wheeler (a nice benifit of living outside the city limits) and still had his Glock 29 straped on IWB. We all know how loud it can get when old friends get together, so he had tuned out the festivites downstairs. The resulting stillness and silence, when the drunk violently pushed one of the women down caught his attention. He stared to head downstairs to investigate, but then he heard the man say that he was going to go to his truck and get his 30-30 and kill everyone there. Everyone started screaming histaricly ofcouce, but my friend could make out the drunks wife saying something about the man really having a gun in his truck. My friend grabed a pump shotgun from his fathers gun cabinet and began loading a full compliment of Brenneki 2 3/4 slugs as he made his way down the stairs. Shucking a shell into the chamber he ordered the man to halt (who was about half way out the back door and 18 feet away). The man stoped in his tracks and slowly turned around with his hands raised to about shoulder height. He started sayig things like "its cool, I was just kidding, It all right, we were just playing around"..etc. My friends mom had went into the other room to call 911 and when she came back in and saw the shotgun (being a typical gun fearing liberal clintonite) she screamed. The sound of his mothers scream brought an instinctive glance. He turned his eyes back to the drunk just in time to see him rushing at him. The man grabed the barrel and forced the muzzle to the floor. My buddy is 5-9 and about 170lbs, the drunk is about 6-4 and 220lbs. My friend said he could see the man trying to get to the trigger guard to make the gun discharge and was trying to deside if he could let go of the shotgun and get to his Glock into action before the man could shoot anyone. He didnt think he could, but the much larger drunk was winning the fight for the shotgun. After a total of about 15 seconds of struggeling, the drunk managed to get ahold of the trigger and the shotgun discharged. The drunk loosend his grip under the recoil and heat, just long enough for my friend to give him a solid butt stroke to the chin. He quickly safetied the shotgun with its now empty chamber and physicly held the attacker face down on the floor. Being a much smaller and sobber man, this naturaly took a few blows to the back of the head and kidneys It took the cavilry almost 20 min. to arive (the only bad thing about living outside the city limits). no charges were filed against my friend (even though the BG was missing a few teeth) and the responding officer didnt even take the guns. The perp is now spending a few years in jail for agrivated assault.
AS for the airant Brenneki, it struck the couch about 6 inches from where one of the women was sitting (cowering would be more accurate). He said he wasnt sure why he grabed the slugs instead of bukcshot, but evidently it was a good thing he did. The slug passed through the couch, through the wood paneled wall behind it (missed the studs), Through the back of a rocking chair on the other side of the wall, penetrated the carpet and padding, and skid about 15 feet between the carpet and subfloor before stoping under the baseboard in the far wall.
I dont really see how he could have done anything different. It was a pretty hairy situation, but noone was hurt and the bad guy went to jail, so I guess it turned out pretty ideal. His mother is still mortified of guns and thinks only cops and soldiers should have them. It still amazes me that her fearfull scream was at the sight of a defensive gun in frineldy hands..and escalated a hold-at-gunpoint situation ito a wresteling match. Evedintly she thinks the drunk thug would have turned his in if they were banned.
My friend is 21 years old and was spending the week with his mother while his dad was away on Nation Guard duty. His mom had went to her highschool reunion that evening and she desided to invite a few of her girlfriends back for coffee and chit-chat. One of her friends husband, who they also went to school with, taged along. Evedintly, he had consumed a few adult beverages along the way and was becoming quite anoying. He was quckly becomeing very beligerant and started makeing druken advances towards the 7 or so women who were trying to catch up on old times. They asked him and his wife to leave. My friend was upstairs after returing from a little night trail rideing on the 4 wheeler (a nice benifit of living outside the city limits) and still had his Glock 29 straped on IWB. We all know how loud it can get when old friends get together, so he had tuned out the festivites downstairs. The resulting stillness and silence, when the drunk violently pushed one of the women down caught his attention. He stared to head downstairs to investigate, but then he heard the man say that he was going to go to his truck and get his 30-30 and kill everyone there. Everyone started screaming histaricly ofcouce, but my friend could make out the drunks wife saying something about the man really having a gun in his truck. My friend grabed a pump shotgun from his fathers gun cabinet and began loading a full compliment of Brenneki 2 3/4 slugs as he made his way down the stairs. Shucking a shell into the chamber he ordered the man to halt (who was about half way out the back door and 18 feet away). The man stoped in his tracks and slowly turned around with his hands raised to about shoulder height. He started sayig things like "its cool, I was just kidding, It all right, we were just playing around"..etc. My friends mom had went into the other room to call 911 and when she came back in and saw the shotgun (being a typical gun fearing liberal clintonite) she screamed. The sound of his mothers scream brought an instinctive glance. He turned his eyes back to the drunk just in time to see him rushing at him. The man grabed the barrel and forced the muzzle to the floor. My buddy is 5-9 and about 170lbs, the drunk is about 6-4 and 220lbs. My friend said he could see the man trying to get to the trigger guard to make the gun discharge and was trying to deside if he could let go of the shotgun and get to his Glock into action before the man could shoot anyone. He didnt think he could, but the much larger drunk was winning the fight for the shotgun. After a total of about 15 seconds of struggeling, the drunk managed to get ahold of the trigger and the shotgun discharged. The drunk loosend his grip under the recoil and heat, just long enough for my friend to give him a solid butt stroke to the chin. He quickly safetied the shotgun with its now empty chamber and physicly held the attacker face down on the floor. Being a much smaller and sobber man, this naturaly took a few blows to the back of the head and kidneys
It took the cavilry almost 20 min. to arive (the only bad thing about living outside the city limits). no charges were filed against my friend (even though the BG was missing a few teeth) and the responding officer didnt even take the guns. The perp is now spending a few years in jail for agrivated assault. AS for the airant Brenneki, it struck the couch about 6 inches from where one of the women was sitting (cowering would be more accurate). He said he wasnt sure why he grabed the slugs instead of bukcshot, but evidently it was a good thing he did. The slug passed through the couch, through the wood paneled wall behind it (missed the studs), Through the back of a rocking chair on the other side of the wall, penetrated the carpet and padding, and skid about 15 feet between the carpet and subfloor before stoping under the baseboard in the far wall.
I dont really see how he could have done anything different. It was a pretty hairy situation, but noone was hurt and the bad guy went to jail, so I guess it turned out pretty ideal. His mother is still mortified of guns and thinks only cops and soldiers should have them. It still amazes me that her fearfull scream was at the sight of a defensive gun in frineldy hands..and escalated a hold-at-gunpoint situation ito a wresteling match. Evedintly she thinks the drunk thug would have turned his in if they were banned.