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How often do you reach for your nightstand gun?

Had a rollup garage door spring break one night and it sounded like someone was kicking in the door from the garage to the kitchen. Grabbed the 870, told the wife to grab her pistol and get in the bathroom then very slowly cleared inside and outside. Glad I don’t have bladder or sphincter issues.
 
Well if they get by my two shepherd mixes! I might pick up mine.
I feel you. We live in a very small, quiet town. I got 4 dogs, but if my big Newfoundlands sound off I’m up. They do not bark unless something is there. So if anything can get by 260lbs worth of dogs I’m pretty sure a BB gun would finish them off.
 
I did for only the second time in a decade about ten minutes ago. I think I've been watching too much Netflix.

I was outside putting up a new security screen in the van windows and I heard something that made my blood run cold. I mean ice cold. I'm not easily spooked, have hunted and camped since I was a little guy. I heard a gutteral, hacking wretching sound like I have never before. It was about 75 yards away if I had to guess. Three times. Like some creature in a movie. I went in to retrieve my pistol with thermal sight but couldn't make out any heat signatures that wouldn't normally be there.

I am a little freaked out and that's unusual for me.

What things/sounds/events make you reach for your night guns?
Maybe something cold blooded
 
Once in my life. Wife woke me up. Said she heard something. Like GeauxLSU GeauxLSU , I was pissed. I said, “You wanted ADT, I bought you ADT. You wanted these ****ing dogs. I bought you the ****ing dogs. Do not EVER wake me up again.” Then the alarm went off. Lol. I grabbed my nightstand gun and for some reason went straight to the alarm to disarm. That’s when I saw a guy snatching the hell out of my sliding glass door. There was a broomstick in the bottom rail but it looked like it was about to come out of the tracks altogether. So I drew down on the prick. I finally had enough and told myself, if he snatches it one more time, I’m gonna take him. He snatched it. Hard. I popped the safety off and my wife said, “WAIT! Make sure it’s not Tyler’s drunk ass!” (Some dumbass friend of hers.). Upon further inspection it was. So I unloaded, let him in, pistol whipped him in the back of the neck as hard as I could and dropped him in the kitchen floor. He was still there the next morning when I left for work. We had a long talk that afternoon about how he almost died.
 
Had just moved to the current house about 7 years ago, heavy woods, just off the river. 2ish in the AM, scream pierces the night, like a woman getting raped, few seconds of silence and it goes again, front of the house toward the street. Grab pistol and light, fire the light down from the second story window outside....

Foxes tied up having sex.... Recognized the sound just as I saw them.

 
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