this one against three knife weilding thugs, scared off thugs with NO SHOTS FIRED!
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I was living in Miami, Florida at the time. I had a Florida concealed
weapons permit,and was carrying a custom .45 Lightweight
Commander in Thunderwear ( an under the pants at the belt line
holster)

My date and I were walking back to the car after attending a play at
the Coconut Grove Playhouse. I was dressed in a suit,she had on
a nice evening gown that accentuatedher proffesional dancer figure
(this IS important,believe it or not). As we made our way back to
the car (parked on the outskirts of “the Grove” in a not-so-nice
area) we were accosted by three “disadvantaged youths” (read
gang members)

They stopped about 15 feet from us,and spread across the
sidewalk. They made comments about her dress,her figure,and
how they appreciated her cleavage.Other comments were made
about how she should be with them,and not some white boy who
probably couldn’t satisfy her.I let the comments roll off,since I new
knew my responsibility as a Concealed Weapons Permit holder.
Words are NEVER justification for deadly force. The leader then
said “give me your money”.
I stepped so as to put my date behind me and said in a loud,clear
voice. “We don’t have any money,we don’t any trouble,we just want
to go home”.

At this point,the leader produced a butterfly knife,and with flashy
motions opened it and said. “I said give me the money …and
a….”You get the idea. He threatened rape,sodomy, and
serious bodily harm or death. They were still 15 feet away,three on
one,and armed with deadly force themselves. Intent,means,and
opportunity.

At this point,I pulled my Commander out,racked a round into the
chamber (I carried it chamber empty because the Thunderwear
holds the gun at the front of your pants) and pointed it at
him,snicked off the safety,aligned the front sight between his
eyes,and said clearly and loudly”We don’t have any money,we
don’ t want any trouble,we just want to go home”.

The deadly trio decided that discretion was the better part of
valor,and they departed. Actually,they all screamed “GUN”,turned
tail,and ran like bats out of hell! We got to the car,and sat and
shook for about 5 minutes. Problem solved, rape, sodomy and murder averted,and not one
shot fired.

Feel free to use this (in its entirety) on the site. Remember, Front
Sight!.

Bob Buffa, Arizona