Kirk Freeman
Grandmaster
No shots fired. Everyone is OK.
Coming out of Wal-Mart with socks, underwear and pre-shave oil (Shave Secret). I saw him exit the cab and pretend to hang out in front of the Wal-Mart.
His eyes said pills, but his teeth said Meth. The smell was that sour, festering smell of indolence and mopery.
He waited until I throw my gear in the back of the truck (4 door Tacoma) and started the quick paced shuffle step of a predator at the water hole, hands with reverse grip of a knife or screwdriver. Saw him coming, I knew I could not outrun him, so I draw him into where I have training and I have chance, in close.
I zigzag through the cars and use a Jeep (he can't climb over this) as the bush. I put the Jeep between him and me and try to suck him into a position where I have a clear background as I know the Federal HSTs will punch right through him.
We start to play "round the Mulberry bush" when I order/ask, "can I help you?" I have my fence up and I have made the decision based on his reaction. I will not shoot him, he will force me to shoot him.
I am looking for a flanker, but see none. He puts away whatever he had. "I don't know anyone in this town." "Yeah, me neither."
As a man of a certain age. I do not carry my cell phone but a nice lady with Carroll County FFA plates took a photo of him.
I'll meet with the detectives in the morning.
It was 12:45PM. Sunday. Bright sunny day with lots of people around.
I was lucky. I had no kids to mind. I had no spouse to talk to me as I returned to my vehicle. I had my head up and I saw him coming.
I was wearing a Pacers T-shirt (yellow) and blue jeans. I would speculate that it was the color of my shirt. Dopers I have talked to lock into colors.
Head on a swivel, even if it is the middle gosh darn day.
Coming out of Wal-Mart with socks, underwear and pre-shave oil (Shave Secret). I saw him exit the cab and pretend to hang out in front of the Wal-Mart.
His eyes said pills, but his teeth said Meth. The smell was that sour, festering smell of indolence and mopery.
He waited until I throw my gear in the back of the truck (4 door Tacoma) and started the quick paced shuffle step of a predator at the water hole, hands with reverse grip of a knife or screwdriver. Saw him coming, I knew I could not outrun him, so I draw him into where I have training and I have chance, in close.
I zigzag through the cars and use a Jeep (he can't climb over this) as the bush. I put the Jeep between him and me and try to suck him into a position where I have a clear background as I know the Federal HSTs will punch right through him.
We start to play "round the Mulberry bush" when I order/ask, "can I help you?" I have my fence up and I have made the decision based on his reaction. I will not shoot him, he will force me to shoot him.
I am looking for a flanker, but see none. He puts away whatever he had. "I don't know anyone in this town." "Yeah, me neither."
As a man of a certain age. I do not carry my cell phone but a nice lady with Carroll County FFA plates took a photo of him.
I'll meet with the detectives in the morning.
It was 12:45PM. Sunday. Bright sunny day with lots of people around.
I was lucky. I had no kids to mind. I had no spouse to talk to me as I returned to my vehicle. I had my head up and I saw him coming.
I was wearing a Pacers T-shirt (yellow) and blue jeans. I would speculate that it was the color of my shirt. Dopers I have talked to lock into colors.
Head on a swivel, even if it is the middle gosh darn day.