FlaGator
01-19-2010, 02:54 AM
It's around 2:15am right now. About an hour and a half ago I woke up hearing gun fire really close to my house, 5 to 7 shots. Within seconds someone is banging on my front door screaming something I can't understand. I hop up out of bed and grab the phone with one hand and my .45 with the other. I call 911 and report what is going on. Finishing the call I throw on some jeans and a hoodie and head to the front door, the dogs are going nuts by this point. I look out the window and see no one at the door so me, the dogs and the .45 head outside.
Outside I notice that several of the neighbors are standing in their doorways and the interior light on my truck is on. The next door neighbor and her boyfriend approach me. I recognize them and slip the .45 in to the front pocket of my hoodie. The boyfriend tells me that they heard their dog barking and when they looked out the window to investigate they see someone in my truck and realize it's not me. The boyfriend runs out side and shouts at the person who hops out of my truck (apparently taking my Garmon GPS with them). The guy takes off and a few seconds later gun shots are heard. I am told that everybody except the perp hits the deck. The perp in the hoodie runs off and my neighbor's boyfriend starts banging on my door yelling "SOS, it's your neighbor! SOS." He dashes back home but then sees me and the dogs and he and his girlfriend come over and catch me up on things.
Moments later the police show up. We explain things from each of our prespectives and the officer walks two houses over where 2 other police cars are parked. I go inside and put the .45 on a table. Back outside the police explain to us that the house where the other officers are investigating got hit with a bullet and blew out a window. The office does the usual stuff, filling out reports and taking statements. At this point I look through my truck and find the Garmon missing so I report that. Eventually the officer tells us that the are doing 2 crime scenes reports with each referencing the other. He also gives me a victim's rights report and tells me that the Garmon probably won't be recovered but to call in its serial number and model when I get it so they can put it on a watch list for pawn shops. I say good night and go in the house and back to bed.
10 minutes later there is a knock on the door. I get up and answer the door and it's the officer I did the report with. He holds out my Garmon, the caring case and the power supply and says "Is this your Garmon?" While looking for bullet casings they found my Garmon. The officer then speculates that the guy took off and one of the neighbors must have open fired on him because the bullets were headed in the same direction he or she was running. The perp must have thrown the stuff down so as not to hinder his get away or to have it on him if he got caught. He makes a comment that he hopes the perp got winged. He may have felt that, but he may have been feeling me to see if I'd loosen up and provide more information about the shooting. At any rate, no one got hurt, the perp got some excerise, I got my stuff back, someone got some ill advised late night target practice and our unofficial neighborhood watch program was successful
And some people say that there is no God. :)
Now back to bed for a couple more hours of sleep.
Outside I notice that several of the neighbors are standing in their doorways and the interior light on my truck is on. The next door neighbor and her boyfriend approach me. I recognize them and slip the .45 in to the front pocket of my hoodie. The boyfriend tells me that they heard their dog barking and when they looked out the window to investigate they see someone in my truck and realize it's not me. The boyfriend runs out side and shouts at the person who hops out of my truck (apparently taking my Garmon GPS with them). The guy takes off and a few seconds later gun shots are heard. I am told that everybody except the perp hits the deck. The perp in the hoodie runs off and my neighbor's boyfriend starts banging on my door yelling "SOS, it's your neighbor! SOS." He dashes back home but then sees me and the dogs and he and his girlfriend come over and catch me up on things.
Moments later the police show up. We explain things from each of our prespectives and the officer walks two houses over where 2 other police cars are parked. I go inside and put the .45 on a table. Back outside the police explain to us that the house where the other officers are investigating got hit with a bullet and blew out a window. The office does the usual stuff, filling out reports and taking statements. At this point I look through my truck and find the Garmon missing so I report that. Eventually the officer tells us that the are doing 2 crime scenes reports with each referencing the other. He also gives me a victim's rights report and tells me that the Garmon probably won't be recovered but to call in its serial number and model when I get it so they can put it on a watch list for pawn shops. I say good night and go in the house and back to bed.
10 minutes later there is a knock on the door. I get up and answer the door and it's the officer I did the report with. He holds out my Garmon, the caring case and the power supply and says "Is this your Garmon?" While looking for bullet casings they found my Garmon. The officer then speculates that the guy took off and one of the neighbors must have open fired on him because the bullets were headed in the same direction he or she was running. The perp must have thrown the stuff down so as not to hinder his get away or to have it on him if he got caught. He makes a comment that he hopes the perp got winged. He may have felt that, but he may have been feeling me to see if I'd loosen up and provide more information about the shooting. At any rate, no one got hurt, the perp got some excerise, I got my stuff back, someone got some ill advised late night target practice and our unofficial neighborhood watch program was successful
And some people say that there is no God. :)
Now back to bed for a couple more hours of sleep.