Thread: Castle Doctrine

Just a few comments on some of the above posts.

Only the Professional Baseball leagues still use wooden bats. But they are not like the ones of olden days and have a very narrow stem thus resulting in more broken bats than before. If you have to whack a guy with a wooden bat and it breaks, but he doesn't go down, your in deep doo-doo. An aluminum bat won't break and is the best to have even for Whiffle ball. A friend of mine used a baseball bat once (when he was a kid in Kalamazoo, Michigan) to whack across the knuckles of a guy who was trying to climb in through his bedroom window.

For those of you who do not own any firearms for protection, collecting, target shooting or memorabilia -- what DO you have to protect your family? A Rotweiler? A Doberman Pincer? Just being facitious here as I knew a person who had a Bengal Tiger as a pet that he used in his magic acts. Encyclopedia salesmen never bothered him.

But swords make good weapons (though you need to be pretty close to the assailant and a thrust or parry is not as fast as a 9mm bullet). I have four swords. One heavy saber from India that was given to me by my mother when she used to own an antique shop, one lightweight dress saber for US Army cadets, another heavy saber that was my father-in-law's sword when he was in the Hungarian cavalry and a stainless steel cutlass with pirate embellishments on it just for costume parties (but it is sharp as the dickens).

Just a few weeks ago a young (and pretty) woman was walking up the sidewalk and a car was following her trying to coax her to get inside. I got my .357 out (but kept it in the holster) and ran up to the corner to protect her. It turned out she was just playing stubborn after having an argument with her boyfriend who was driving the car. But it first looked like an attempted abduction. They were very responsive to my questions to satisfy me that everything was all right -- and staring at that stainless steel D.A. Ruger all the time.

Back in the late 1950's when I was still living with my grandparents in Walteria (a suburb of Torrance) our dog was barking much differently than he would with a cat or other dog. At that time the only centerfire pistol I owned was a standard S-42 German Luger with 4-inch barrel. I went out into the back yard and looked around. The dog was by the back gate which was solid redwood as the rest of the fence and couldn't look through it. I swung the flashlight around a bit but also held the Luger high enough above the gate so it could be seen. Nothing happened. At least not then. As I walked back toward the house I could hear someone running like hell.

Also at the same house, we heard some noises in our driveway. I grabbed my model 94 Winchester and cocked it as I ran out. Whoever was in the driveway had already jumped into a car that was slowly backing up the street. When they saw me with the "Dirty Thirty" they went pedal to the metal backwards up the street and had to do a screeching turn when they got to the end of the street ---- right where the Torrance Chief of Police lived.

During the Watts riots I was kept busy "issueing" guns to various households of our family, including my mother who normally did not like guns (but was a very good shot with "Light" rifle .22 rimfire).

During the Rodney King riots I took the 1884 Dutch Beaumont off the wall over our fireplace and replaced it with one of my M-1 Garands -- WITH fixed bayonet.

While camping out on our land in Oregon I always have a .41 Magnum Ruger Blackhawk on my side. Not for anti-people but anti-bear. Ummm, oh yes, there was a couple of reports of a Big Foot up there as well. And in the truck is always my trusty Garand. In Desert areas I carry a Colt .45 ACP National Match with target loads for Rattlesnakes and Scorpions.

Tarantulas I leave alone as they are relatively harmless though ugly as hell. And the bigger they are, the less potent their venom is.

In my family, whenever we moved into a new house, we never considered the move complete until the gun cabinet was restocked and inventoried. That's just the way we've been brought up coming from America's northern heartland of Iowa and Wisconsin.

Oh, did I ever tell you that an ancestor (from Maryland) of one of my great aunts was a signer of the Declaration of Independence and his son was a signer of the Constitution?

Sure wish more of our present day "Leaders and Representatives" on Capitol Hill had that type of background.

Originally Posted by RustyBattleship

Just a few comments on some of the above posts.

Only the Professional Baseball leagues still use wooden bats. But they are not like the ones of olden days and have a very narrow stem thus resulting in more broken bats than before. If you have to whack a guy with a wooden bat and it breaks, but he doesn't go down, your in deep doo-doo. An aluminum bat won't break and is the best to have even for Whiffle ball. A friend of mine used a baseball bat once (when he was a kid in Kalamazoo, Michigan) to whack across the knuckles of a guy who was trying to climb in through his bedroom window.

For those of you who do not own any firearms for protection, collecting, target shooting or memorabilia -- what DO you have to protect your family? A Rotweiler? A Doberman Pincer? Just being facitious here as I knew a person who had a Bengal Tiger as a pet that he used in his magic acts. Encyclopedia salesmen never bothered him.

But swords make good weapons (though you need to be pretty close to the assailant and a thrust or parry is not as fast as a 9mm bullet). I have four swords. One heavy saber from India that was given to me by my mother when she used to own an antique shop, one lightweight dress saber for US Army cadets, another heavy saber that was my father-in-law's sword when he was in the Hungarian cavalry and a stainless steel cutlass with pirate embellishments on it just for costume parties (but it is sharp as the dickens).

Just a few weeks ago a young (and pretty) woman was walking up the sidewalk and a car was following her trying to coax her to get inside. I got my .357 out (but kept it in the holster) and ran up to the corner to protect her. It turned out she was just playing stubborn after having an argument with her boyfriend who was driving the car. But it first looked like an attempted abduction. They were very responsive to my questions to satisfy me that everything was all right -- and staring at that stainless steel D.A. Ruger all the time.

Back in the late 1950's when I was still living with my grandparents in Walteria (a suburb of Torrance) our dog was barking much differently than he would with a cat or other dog. At that time the only centerfire pistol I owned was a standard S-42 German Luger with 4-inch barrel. I went out into the back yard and looked around. The dog was by the back gate which was solid redwood as the rest of the fence and couldn't look through it. I swung the flashlight around a bit but also held the Luger high enough above the gate so it could be seen. Nothing happened. At least not then. As I walked back toward the house I could hear someone running like hell.

Also at the same house, we heard some noises in our driveway. I grabbed my model 94 Winchester and cocked it as I ran out. Whoever was in the driveway had already jumped into a car that was slowly backing up the street. When they saw me with the "Dirty Thirty" they went pedal to the metal backwards up the street and had to do a screeching turn when they got to the end of the street ---- right where the Torrance Chief of Police lived.

During the Watts riots I was kept busy "issueing" guns to various households of our family, including my mother who normally did not like guns (but was a very good shot with "Light" rifle .22 rimfire).

During the Rodney King riots I took the 1884 Dutch Beaumont off the wall over our fireplace and replaced it with one of my M-1 Garands -- WITH fixed bayonet.

While camping out on our land in Oregon I always have a .41 Magnum Ruger Blackhawk on my side. Not for anti-people but anti-bear. Ummm, oh yes, there was a couple of reports of a Big Foot up there as well. And in the truck is always my trusty Garand. In Desert areas I carry a Colt .45 ACP National Match with target loads for Rattlesnakes and Scorpions.

Tarantulas I leave alone as they are relatively harmless though ugly as hell. And the bigger they are, the less potent their venom is.

In my family, whenever we moved into a new house, we never considered the move complete until the gun cabinet was restocked and inventoried. That's just the way we've been brought up coming from America's northern heartland of Iowa and Wisconsin.

Oh, did I ever tell you that an ancestor (from Maryland) of one of my great aunts was a signer of the Declaration of Independence and his son was a signer of the Constitution?

Sure wish more of our present day "Leaders and Representatives" on Capitol Hill had that type of background.

I do not normally invite those of the whacky California state to come northward, but you are welcome anytime.


Frankly I am surprised that so many states have a castle law considering the vehement anti gun legislation that is on the books. Could it be that sanity is winning after all.