I agree with the rest of you, if someone breaks in your house you should should be able to defend yourself. If someone boroke into my house I'd give the burglar a chance to surrender so I can have the cops pick him up. If he's trying to escape empty handed I won't shoot but if he takes something or tries to attack me I'll shoot him in the leg of something rather than shoot to kill and if he wants to sue I'll say he tried to attack me and claim self defense. So it's basically surrender or get arrowed with me, I don't have much sympathy for burglars since we got burglarized once when I was a kid but I will give the bastard a chance to surrender so he can have fun holding on to his soap in jail.
Here's an anecdote about burglars: a few summers ago, one of my friends parents where away for the weekend and he was home alone. He heard some noise
outside so he went to check it out and there was a pickup parked in the driveway and he saw the door of the shed open and he knew right away it was
thieves since that door is always locked. He went inside to get his bow, went backoutside and started shooting in the shed. He heard voices in the
shed say "oh #" and someone screem. He then saw two guys run out of the shed with one of them looking like his leg was hurt. They got away in the
He told his paent about what had happened but they found it quite wierd thatnothing was missing, he never told them about shooting at them. A few
months later he was supposed to pick me up at my house but when he got there he looked pumped up with adrenaline and he told me someone tried to run
him off the road, I didn't really believed his story because he didn't want to tell his parents or go to the cops. It hapenned again a few times
over the nexr two months, same white Dodge Shadow every time. He put two and two together when on one occasion the was also a pickup involved, the
same he saw the burglars with. I didn't really believe his story untill one night I was in the car with him when he got chassed by that car. One
night he came to my house with a big smile on his face: he told me that HE ran the bastard of the road, he had scratched on his bumber to prove it.
If that wasn't enough, a few days later we hadpicked up his mom from work and she wanted to stop at the fish market and guess what we say in the
parking lot, a car fitting the description of the one that tried to run him of the road with some major rear end damage. He never had any trouble with
those people again. He showed them not to mess with him.
The moral of this story you ask? If you are going to fight back agains burglars, make sure they don't get away because they might come back for
[Edited on 18-4-2004 by Ranger]