ReverendClog
4/11/2009 5:42pm,
I've watched from afar and been generally awed and, (happily), reduced to tears of laughter by Bullshido's lovely tales and articles. I never thought that i would have anything worth posting here, but today I experienced something I would really like to share.
I'm quite a big fella, although I'm 'out of shape' as in the Micheal Caine film, and I have a couple of years experience in both Karate and Kickboxing, (my elder brother is a kicker instructor and helps me keep my hand in), and I practice law in my town. I normally manage to avoid fights through talking and being savvy enough to get out of the situation pronto.
This afternoon I went for a walk with my missus and my five year old daughter, leaving my year old son with his grandma, thank god. We went for a ramble along a river where my dad grew up and after a while we angled away from the river so I could show my daughter where her grandfather was born, ( the houses are all gone now but the well is still there and also a wall where my dad and his brothers carved their initials).
About five minutes later we were crossing an open field when I saw a person coming towards us - obviously to my eyes carrying a shotgun, (broken), and i told the girls not to worry, but to let me explain. About thirty feet from us he unbroke the gun and I thought 'oh ****'....
I immediately told my wife to stop and take our daughter to our right, (about a thousand yards to the main road), I spread my arms wide and said 'hello, is there a problem', and the (old fella obviously a farmer or gamekeeper), said ' damn right there's a problem this is private property, you shouldn't be coming on here'.
I replied, (and btw, he sounded fucking pissed), 'sorry, I'm so sorry, we are just lost, sorry we will go over there and onto the road and go'.
I've walked these fields for 30 years with my dad and nothing like this ever happened before, but I was **** scared for my wife and kid.
As I turned away he pointed the fucking gun at my two girls and I didn't even think about anything.
I grabbed the barrel and twisted it to point upright and then I punched him full in the face as hard as I could and pulled the gun away as he fell.
I then hit him two or three times with the butt and turning away scooped up my daughter and ran like **** to the main road, where we walked zombielike back to the car and went home.
Nothing like this has ever happened to me and I still feel bloody shaken by it all. I used to think I was fairly 'hard', but honestly, if my little lad had been there I think I would have reversed the gun and pulled the trigger.
I dunno why I want to tell you lot about this, but I hope it illustrates how things sometimes go.
your faithfully, reverend clog.
P.S. **** knows why he was so aggressive, my missus says I was as mild as a lamb with him.
I'm quite a big fella, although I'm 'out of shape' as in the Micheal Caine film, and I have a couple of years experience in both Karate and Kickboxing, (my elder brother is a kicker instructor and helps me keep my hand in), and I practice law in my town. I normally manage to avoid fights through talking and being savvy enough to get out of the situation pronto.
This afternoon I went for a walk with my missus and my five year old daughter, leaving my year old son with his grandma, thank god. We went for a ramble along a river where my dad grew up and after a while we angled away from the river so I could show my daughter where her grandfather was born, ( the houses are all gone now but the well is still there and also a wall where my dad and his brothers carved their initials).
About five minutes later we were crossing an open field when I saw a person coming towards us - obviously to my eyes carrying a shotgun, (broken), and i told the girls not to worry, but to let me explain. About thirty feet from us he unbroke the gun and I thought 'oh ****'....
I immediately told my wife to stop and take our daughter to our right, (about a thousand yards to the main road), I spread my arms wide and said 'hello, is there a problem', and the (old fella obviously a farmer or gamekeeper), said ' damn right there's a problem this is private property, you shouldn't be coming on here'.
I replied, (and btw, he sounded fucking pissed), 'sorry, I'm so sorry, we are just lost, sorry we will go over there and onto the road and go'.
I've walked these fields for 30 years with my dad and nothing like this ever happened before, but I was **** scared for my wife and kid.
As I turned away he pointed the fucking gun at my two girls and I didn't even think about anything.
I grabbed the barrel and twisted it to point upright and then I punched him full in the face as hard as I could and pulled the gun away as he fell.
I then hit him two or three times with the butt and turning away scooped up my daughter and ran like **** to the main road, where we walked zombielike back to the car and went home.
Nothing like this has ever happened to me and I still feel bloody shaken by it all. I used to think I was fairly 'hard', but honestly, if my little lad had been there I think I would have reversed the gun and pulled the trigger.
I dunno why I want to tell you lot about this, but I hope it illustrates how things sometimes go.
your faithfully, reverend clog.
P.S. **** knows why he was so aggressive, my missus says I was as mild as a lamb with him.