reply to post by alien
My friends call my Mossberg my "reloadable claymore mine"
There is most definitely a psychological factor to the sound of racking a round into the chamber that cuts through the gloom and gets the point
across. I once had occasion to test that out on a drunk who was getting all manner of rowdy. The sound even cut through the alcohol haze and got my
point across. I didn't want to hurt him - the guy was, after all, drunk. Might not have acted that way sober, That "chack-chack" sound sent him on
his merry way, quietly, no harm done.
He'd been following my missus around the neighborhood for about 3 days or so, then started coming up to the house. I went out and told him to hit the
road, and he took exception to that, started strutting up and down the street shouting stuff like "I'm gonna KILL, you, buddy boy." "You're a
goner" etc. And keeping his hands in his coat pockets.
Now, that reaction might not have been entirely his fault - I seem to have that kind of effect on people some times.
I slipped out the back door with the Mossberg and took up a position in the edge of some woods. On his next pass, just as soon as he got the words
"I'm gonna KILL you!" out of his mouth, I stood up and racked the slide and said "You sure about that? I don't believe I heard you correctly."
Never did point it at him. He'd been watching the front door for me to come out, didn't expect me off to the side in the woods, already out. He just
started mumbling and went away. Problem solved. My schedule is erratic, and I thought it a good idea for him not to come around when I wasn't there.
I figured this would give him extra incentive to not come around any more at all.
It spooked my missus so bad, though, that she called the cops, when none were really needed. They arrived 22 minutes later, and found him a bit
further down the road. Unfortunately, he got rowdy with them too, and couldn't figure out what the little red dot was for, and got tazed. Wouldn't
take his hands out of his pocket on command, and the police really like to see those hands when they ask for them.
It turned out that he was protecting an open 40oz in that pocket. It got spilled. Bummer. You just never know what's in those pockets, and when a
rowdy is making threats and won't show his hands, well, cops gotta go home each day, too.