Knife in a Gun Fight - Self Defense in this Millennium

Aerial

From reading the "Do you Carry a Knife" thread I decided to start this topic to address the issues facing people in this World rife with crime, and where criminals are likely to be better armed than the Police, much less your average citizen on the street.

I'm shocked by the restrictions on what you can carry for self defense in the Countries where many forum members live. Laws would imprison some of you for even carrying a pen knife. (I'm talking to you Mick Dundee).

The focus of this thread will be, practical, legal methods to protect oneself from attack. It will not be off topic, however, to just brag about your stuff, as long as it's related to self defense, or even sporting uses of firearms.

Aerial

Aerial

I'll start out with this:

I'm pretty lucky (so far) living in Pennsylvania, USA in what is available for self defense and home defense.

I have a State issued concealed weapons carry permit, it's a photo ID and allows carry of a concealed weapon (gun or knife). There are restrictions, such as not carrying in a place with a liquor license. Not that I'd want to start shooting in a room full of people (unless they were all shooting at me).

This carry permit is only good in the State of PA, here in the USA the carry laws vary from State to State and unless you are in Law Enforcement you can't really travel while armed.

When I travel I carry my handgun locked in the back, and the clips (two 15 round) in the glove compartment. Here in the USA there is now a Law limiting clip capacity to 10 rounds.

My loophole for this is that I bought my handgun (9mm S&W 659) pre-ban so my clips are legal. In actual carry I usually have a 10 round clip just so if I surrender it to Law Enforcement I don't have to explain where I got the 15 round clips.

For home defense nothing beats a 12 gauge shotgun, and I've got a good one. A Remington 1100 autoloader. I bought it for Deer hunting and it has a short rifled barrel and red dot aimpoint optical sight on it.

One shot stopping power, even if you only aim to dismember (not recommended). Limited blow through penetration power, so the neighbors are probably safe.

Aerial

Therrin

Can't help but mention that auto-loading shotguns aren't typically the best choice for home defense. In a dynamic situation, the ability to forcefully rack a round in and rack it back out gives the pump a significant advantage. And if it's speed you're after, practice with a good pump gun can achieve reload speeds comparable to that of auto's, while also requiring that you think about what you're doing, instead of blazing away during the self-removed tunnel vision stages of acute quantities of adrenaline rushing through your veins.

The mere sound of a pump gun being racked is often enough to reppell the most vicarious assailant.

Mine is a Remington 870 Express 12 guage w/ reciever accepting up to 3" magnum shells. 18 1/2" barrel, Choate tactical single-piece pistol grip buttstock, Vang-comp tactical dome safety, Vang-comp 6 round side saddle with through-bolt hex's, not slip-fit pins. High vis polymer follower, wilson combat 2 round extension and wilson combat swivel sling mounts.
Between 7 rounds internal, 6 side saddled and one in the pipe it'll hold 14 rounds total. In the mag tube I keep 6 00Buck shells, then in the side saddle 3 each of 1oz slugs and less-lethal rubber rounds.

Took several years to get it this far but it's a beautifull system

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Aerial

I'll agree with you there, your 870 is a purpose built weapon for home defense, my 1100 was purpose built for deer hunting. But to address the rack-um-up point, well taken. It's far better to scare someone into submission than to have to shoot them.

My 1100 has a slide actuator that cycles the bolt to chamber a round. It's a little lever that fits into the bolt, it comes out with a pull. Without the lever the gun must be partially disassembled to rack one in. I am able to leave the gun loaded in the corner of my bedroom with the lever on the nightstand. Even when hunting I keep the lever in my pocket until I'm ready to hunt.

As far as intimidating sounds in a quiet house, racking one into my 1100 will get anyones attention. One of the most clear and memorable sounds I have ever heard was the cocking of the hammer on a revolver in a dark quiet building. Being in the tower with Big Ben going off would not have been any more effective than that simple click in the dark behind me.

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Aerial

Firearms and edged weapons aside, and there are many, if not most, times that they are exactly that, left at home or out of reach, the best defense one has is a situational awareness, and control of movement, posture and attitude.

On the street your gate (way of walking) and attention level is paramount. Being aware of what's going on around you and paying attention to your surroundings is more important than what you are carrying.

Street criminals are like Jackals, they seek out the weak, or the oblivious. If confronted make hard eye contact and act like you are carrying even if you aren't. Don't be confrontational, but be firm, the goal is to walk away, not bag a couple of street punks.

Of course there are places where this only gives them a chance to get the first shot off, so your milage may vary ... There are places that you should just not go, at least that's the way it is here. Like tying off to a rotted limb, best advised just not to go there.

I'll talk my way out if I can, walk my way out if I can, and even run like hell if I have to avoid either getting cut or shot, or nearly equally, having to cut or shoot. I'd much rather cut out than shoot out.

Truth is, I rarely carry anything other than my money clip as on offensive weapon:




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Eric Frei

Buy security doors and keep them locked for your home.
Install sensor lights and alarms, get a dog, dont screen your house out with dense trees and bushes.

Car jackings, rare, a USA idea.

Drive by shootings, even more rare, a USA fantasy.

Muggings and stick ups, rare, a USA existance thing.

Best defence, shut your mouth, be friendly, stay out of shit neighbourhoods and dont go looking for trouble or you will find it.

Whilst I'm not saying we are crime free I can confidently say that we certainly dont have USA's level of violence and gang bangers. It's the last thing on my mind.

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newguy18

There ain't to many bad areas around here,i grew up in worse.Its quite simple,you hit me you get your a?? kicked,you stick a gun or knife in my face and your close enough you get the weapon removed and held until a cop shows up.Break into my house,i'm not going into that here.

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clementine

I was in a kebab house after a night on the town with a friend in Letchworth, Bedfordshire, UK.
A bloke came in and bumped into me purposely and began to get aggressive.
He offered me a fight outside and being young and full of beans and not wanting to back down, I followed him out.
Before I knew it a gang of twelve started to lay into me, I woke up in hospital.
The kebab shop owner had called the police as soon as he'd seen what was happenning, they arrived in 2 minutes. By this time the yobs were jumping on my head and trying to smash it on the curbstone, another few minutes and I may never have woken in hospital.
The next day I looked like a rabbit with Myxomatosis, I had stitches inside and outside of my mouth, I was unable to breath through my nose as it was full of blood, cuts and stitches all over my head.
No weapons were used. Get caught in the wrong situation and your F....D!
If I'd had a gun or a knife, I would never have had the time to get them out.

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Aerial

Quite So, and all excellent advice.


Well yes as an Australian you have had the advantage of starting out as a prison colony so there was an awareness of crime and it's prevention from the start I would suppose.

Actually population density and social conditions are your greatest assets in maintaining a low crime rate. The majority of the crimes you read about in the USA are in big city ethnic neighborhoods and their intra-gang warfare.

Of course that is not to discount the individual whacko's that can come out of any social strata. Here's an article from The National review:

Charles Krauthammer on Virginia Tech on National Review Online

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Eric Frei

Sadly, the USA has spend billions on helping other places rid their "terrorists" and allowed urban warfare at home with millions of illegal migrants and gang bangers.

Seems a political hotcake and the politcal correctness of never offending any of the thin skinned means more rights for them.

Build the fence, deport the illegals, give gangbusters more power.

Imagine what the Yanks would say if you had the army patrolling your own streets doing to suspects what they done to Iraqi suspects ... I feel that's what needed in some places as anarchy has already taken hold.

Then get the violators and send them down to Sheriff Joe Arpaio.

The world watched what happened to your own when Katrina hit, like wolves in a pack society turned on each other.

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Aerial

1) NEVER WALK INTO A FIGHT IF YOU CAN WALK OUT.

2) I'd have kept the 3 to one advantage you had in the place before considering a stroll into the unknown.

3). You should have waited the extra two minutes for the police to get there before leaving.

4) Hindsight is 20/20 and it took me about 40 years to learn #1

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clementine

Taken me a while to learn that too.
In Shrewsbury, UK, I was on my way to meet friends at a bar when a bottle smashed by my feet. I instinctively looked up, but then noticed a gang of youths close behind, I looked, thought about it, then carried on around the corner and into the nearest bar, didn't fancy the odds and I could see them that time.

I was also hit by a van and left for dead in a ditch, the driver dissappeared.
I was left with a shattered right humerus which needed a plate to fix it. ! Bionics!

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clementine

One of the most frightening things is the realisation that there are these gangs out there that just want to really kick shit out of someone, anyone!
If you are there at the wrong time it's gonna be you!

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newguy18

I was fortunate to have 2 uncles who were in the marine core,one was a staff sargeant.They both taught me how to fight,all kinds of pressur points and of course how to break bones.I don't go looking for trouble and have been fortuante to have been in very few fights but should the need arise i'm ready.

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Aerial

I'm a Marine, (there are no former marines) and have had a world class education in delivering death and destruction both hand to hand and with weapons of every type.

Before that I was on a full boat scholarship for wresting at a major university. My wrestling coach, who was a legend in College wrestling, and 60 at the time (my age now) wrote the hand to hand combat manual for the Marine Corps during World War II.

He gave a class in hand to hand fighting which of course I took, (assured an "A" from him). Since he was paying my way through school, he used me as sort of a crash test dummy to demonstrate his techniques. I learned a lot from that man.

I learned a lot from some of the true practioners of the Martial Arts. To a man they were all unassuming and mild mannered, deferential and respectful to everyone they met. They would go out of their way to avoid a fight of any kind.

In the 40 years that I have been an adult I have been in one fight (jumped from behind by two guys in a bar), one attempted robbery (dissuaded from happening in a face to face with two street thugs), and one close call with a mass murderer.

I have talked my way out, and walked away from many fights I figured I could have won. I haven't ever had to run away, but I would if I felt it was the best option.

Mostly I stay away from places that I think could lead to trouble, I read the situation I'm in and always try to know what's going on around me.

To quote the popular country song: "I ain't as good as I once was, but I'm as good, once, as I ever was"

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JohN Dee

That is a great post. Yes here in Australia the best legal weapon is either your fists if you know how to use them, or a baseball/cricket bat. In my car I carry four Trolley Polls painted black. One for me and the rest of my passengers, if the cops ask and they have, they are leverage bars for my jack. These only get used when out numbered or the other person has a weapon. I believe in situational awareness and knowing what to do and where to do it at the right and wrong times.

All my life I have had an itch to have fights, ALL OF MY LIFE. I think this has had something to do with my dad being a kung-fu expert/guru when I was a baby til' the age of about 10. Always he would put on bruce lee movies, chuck norris movies, boxing movies and they all intrigued me very much along with what my dad used to say on the subject. I enjoy a good fight, but have never seriously gone looking for one. They've always found me.

My dad had started to train me how to use a deploy the deadliest of blows from a young age of about 4-5. I was becoming pretty decent, I guess, but as a child I think I was like what I call, a little psycho bastard. Eventually my dad ceased training me because I was using it on my siblings when they pissed me off, although I never hurt them I think it was for the best because eventually I could have and probably would have physically and emotionally hurt those closest to me and would of turned out some deviant-criminal.

I went to my first primary school in Seven Hills and was what you would consider the "top dog" until year 3, then I went to my new school in Mount Druitt and got pushed back down the food chain from: 1, I was a new fish in a big pond. 2, Going from Seven Hills to Mount Druitt would be like going from say, Beverly Hills to the Ghetto in LA. 3, In my Seven Hills school I can't recall a single african person going there, when I got to my Mount Druitt school there was so many african people there I recall calling them Nuttella faces due to the fact I had never seen somebody with a different skin colour to my own. I got called into the principals office to discuss my "racism" where she was saying to me: "John do you admit being racist and saying these things to the person of colour" all while I was sitting there thinking, "racist? You mean like as in a running race?" - I was like 7... But I later learn't these things.

So getting back on with it, I rose to the top again and didn't give a shit if they were white, african bigger or smaller then me, if you came looking, you found it. All the way til the end of year 6.

Then came highschool, back to Seven Hills - Blacktown. To re meet with my friends and kids I disagreed with in primary school. To my suprise, 80% of them now HATED me, the other 20% wern't sure or were still my true friends. So they hated me and one by one from year 7 to year 10 I dropped them all as they came looking for it and they still to this day look down at the ground when I walk past them.

Now I'm out of school and fight on the streets or out n about = Charged with assault so I tend to steer clear of them now unless they provoke past the point of talking then there is no choice but to disengage them.

So yeah enough about that now of me... I like the saying knuckles of brazed iron, because here in Australia, it's back to basics (no weapons) and if you don't want anyone pushing you around physically this is what you have to rely on: Your Fists.

Just so you all don't think the worst of me, I have and give respect for those that give it to me regardless of colour - mutual respect. It's when they try and treat me as some low life that the nasty words fly.

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JohN Dee

Aussie Pride !!

Got that from my mates Bebo, it's pretty much the jist of it.

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Aerial

Well, err.. wow ...

For me fists would be restricted to soft vulnerable body parts. The hand is better used as an edged weapon against throat or collar bones. The palm can deliver a killing blow by pushing the nose bone through the weak nasal cavity into the brain.

Outstretched fingers can be like wise lethal when used to crush the trachea. Elbows can deliver a devastating blow at close quarters. Your knees offer the power of the biggest muscles of your body.

The feet, especially with careful choice of footwear are awesome when you have room to use them. Even close in, a shin scrape or crushing stomp to the instep can be distracting.

My favorite as taught by my former wresting coach in his hand to hand combat course, was the throat bite when you find yourself in a forward facing bear hug.

But fists? No. I'd be afraid of hurting myself.

Aerial

Aerial

Thinking about your post, gave me a treasured memory which I will share. And it is on topic of self defense, so here goes.

Twenty years ago when my daughter was about 3 years old a business associate brought his older (4 or 5) son with him to visit. This was when "The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" were popular and all the young boys were all kung-foo'd up.

As soon as Benji came in the door and saw Lara, he delivered a side kick to Laras middle. Pretty good technique, but not much power, Lara was pushed back, but before either of the adults could react, Lara walked right up to Benji and poked him right in the eye with an outstretched finger.

Benji burst into tears and struggled to get back at Lara. I stepped between them at this point, and bent down to Benji's level and said "Benji, do you want Lara to poke you in the other eye?

That ended all hostilities and surprisingly they played well together the rest of the day.

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JohN Dee

Yes I'm aware if you don't use your fists properly you can seriously injure yourself. I am a victim of that one...

See all of those moves, the majority of them are pretty dam lethal. I'm not interested in seriously hurting anyone or killing them. Round these parts you would be seen as a dog or a cheap shot using them lethal (but to the greater population, fancy moves) moves. I think, if I was to put someone down or injure them like that, they would wanna come back for 2nds because they think I got in a few cheap shots and that's why I won and they lost.

And you could almost bet your bottom dollar, that if they did come back, they'd bring weapons or large numbers.

Fists keep it simple and keep them guessing, because that's what they use.

Now I'm not saying here that other moves wouldn't do the trick, they probably would and with so much less effort. But I think around my way using them you would be inviting them back for more.

My dad always said if you're gunna hit them once, hit them twice so they know not to come back for more.

I can remember in year 2, one guy that I later went to highschool with, I delivered a flying round house to his jaw, he stumbled off and was pretty messed up for ages, he steered clear of me after that and his bigger sister wanted to kill me good thing my sister was bigger then her . Throughout highschool we never spoke but had a mutual respect for one another.

Throughout the majority of my fights though, afterwards I would always feel guilty, because I had robbed them of their pride. It's one thing picking a fight and winning it, but to pick a fight and lose it is major and it would really hurt I guess.

Thanks Aerial for this good post. I always knew I had a really good child hood, but today you've brought back alot of old great memories.

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Eric Frei

I'll pass hitting the town with you two thanks.

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Aerial

Ekka, I think the point I've been trying to make is that fighting is a last resort, and to be avoided whenever possible. That in 40 years of adult life I have only been in one bar fight, while avoiding probably a dozen or so along the way, is testimony to my restraint and good judgement.

The one I couldn't avoid happened about 20 years ago. Debi (pictured earlier hugging a tree) and I weren't married yet, and she had a modeling gig at an upscale nightclub in Downtown Pittsburgh.

It was a fashion and hair show and Debi was among 6 or 7 other models who had had their hair done and were modeling outfits from local shops. I was invited along to take photographs of the girls for their modeling portfolios.

Things were fine and I got many good photos of the girls, then the show was over and Debi and I stayed on to have some cocktails together and enjoy ourselves by dancing and chatting. We were sitting at a high top table by the dance floor, and were just getting ready to leave.

Now the why of what unfolded was never determined, just how I was singled out for attack is still a mystery. Jealous lover of one of the girls (all of whom I flirted with throughout the show), just a couple of drunks who like to fight, or flat out mistaken identity? We never did figure that one out.

Whatever it was here is how it played out: I had just helped Debi put her shoes on, as we had decided to leave after a wonderful evening together.

Just as I straightened up from helping Debi with her shoes, I was attacked from behind by a guy who got me in a headlock and whose momentum carried us both to the dance floor.

I don't know if it was deft agility on my part, or just dumb luck (probably the latter) but when we hit the floor I landed on top. The man who took us there was trying to punch me in the face while he maintained the headlock.

I tucked in my chin, which only offered the top of my head to his free fist. Both my hands were free, which reveals the flaw in using a headlock in a fight. I thrust my right hand into his groin and got a good grip on his balls and squeezed for all I was worth.

My left hand found his face and I put my thumb in his eye. I did the equivalent of a push up from this position, leaving him the choice of letting go of my head, or losing his right eye. It was about this time that I felt someone kicking me in the kidneys and I knew for the first time that I had multiple attackers.

Ignoring my own advice about not using fists on any boney parts of the body I punched him hard once in the face, and was about to deliver a second when the kicking stopped and the bouncers arrived.

They pulled me off of him and I didn't resist in any way. They basically carried me out of the nightclub, there were about six of them, all big strapping fellows.

Debi had the good sense to gather up my camera gear and followed us out. She's an Italian Irish girl and can herself be very volatile when excited. And she was that, and more, as she verbally tore into that little group of bouncers. Since I was calm and passive, they all gathered around Debi to try to calm her down.

Without excusing myself from the little group outside, I headed back in to the nightclub. There was one more guy I wanted to find in there, the guy who was kicking me in the back. I was actually pretty pissed off myself and that caused me to forget rule #1, never walk into a fight, walk away.

Now I had never even seen that guy, but after getting to the back of the bar I found a man holding a towel with ice in it up to the first assailants face. He was wearing a sportscoat and I reached in and got ahold of his lapel and pulled him around to meet my fist.

I only got one lick in before I was grabbed from behind in a reverse headlock by one of the bouncers and dropped again to the floor. This time I lead with my head and got knocked out. I woke up outside with a very big guy sitting on my chest with a fist cocked. I was bleeding all down my face and shirt from a scalp wound received when I hit the floor.

Debi was even more livid once they brought me out unconscious and bleeding. The Manager showed up and made the guy let me up. Standing there bleeding as an ambulance showed up, followed by the cops, I asked what seemed the calmest of the bouncers what he saw, and he said that they got word of a fight and they got there just in time to see me astraddle the first assailant and punch him in the face. Next thing he knew, I was back in there punching another guy. Debi was the only one there who had seen the attack and she was too pissed off to be much of a credible witness.

The EMS lady offered me a towel to get the blood off my face and out of my eyes, and as I wiped myself off i noticed the cops slipping in and sort of sidling up trying to figure out what was happening.

I knew that once the six bouncers told their story I would be leaving in handcuffs, so I politely declined the EMS lady's offer for a ride to the ER, and said that I was OK, just a scalp wound and I would see my own doctor about getting some stitches (turned out to be staples) in my head.

With that, I said thanks to all for their "help" and made my way past the cops and out to the parking lot. No one tried to stop me and we just walked away. Debi swearing a blue streak with every step. She couldn't believe that i would be attacked and then bloodied by the bouncers then simply leave. You gotta know when to fold your hand.

Funny thing was, even knocked out, I still kept my grip on the sports coat of the second assailant. I still have it and it fits.

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quercus

Them muslim boys couldn't stare me down in school, and I'll sure as hell won't let them stare me down on some street. When it comes down to it, and s... hits the fan when confronted with a few assholes, I'll pick one and he's not walkin' outta there... the rest can kick my ass for sure, but when you focus on one guy and kick his ass untill he's FUBAR... the other ones don't really care for a fight afterwards... I had to appear twice before a court for violence... Once for knocking two fellas out cold in school because they wanted to steal my motorcycle, once for kicking an asshole off of some stairs because he layed his fingers on my best friend (girl) whom he was engaged to...This last one won't ever forget me, that's for sure... She got some serious blows in the face and stomach and had to be hospitalized for three days, and me and my mate had to re-design the whole front door prior to getting in. There was no freakin' way I was gonna leave that site without that girl. Besides that there was this one time I pulled a knife (spyderco civilian) in a metro, but those guys decided it wasn't worth dying for so they backed of....

Aerial

As I mentioned most street thugs are after easy prey, once they see that things might be tougher than they thought, most will back off.

As I have mentioned earlier, I'm a licenced, and bonded Courier, and as such I was sent to pick up the cash receipts from a Bingo in the inner city. I had done this many times and all the street people there were well aware of what I was doing.

One night, with about $1200 dollars in my pocket I was confronted by two individuals whom I had never seen before hanging out by the bingo hall.

Alarm bells were ringing in my head as they came in too close for comfort and asked me for a dollar. I said sure man, and yanked open the door to my van and reached in to grab a handful of change from my dashboard.

The move startled them, and one said "you ain't going to shoot us for asking for a dollar are you?" I said, no, not for a dollar, and handed him a bunch of change.

As it happened I was armed, with my 9mm in a mexican carry in the small of my back. I didn't have to show it, as they took the handful of change and left. I can't really say for sure, but I believe they were probing me to see just how hard it would be to get me to give up the cash I was carrying. Harder than they could have ever imagined.

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JohN Dee

You type a good post there Aerial. I have that many stories I will always be in and out of this thread. Here is one for ya:

One night last year after becoming a Senior First Aid Officer, I was over at my gf's/bro in laws mums house. There was 5 of us in a room about the size of 3m x 4-5m with furniture everywhere, so it was really cramped pulling an all nighter just chatting and listening to music waiting for Maccas to open so we could go get a feed.

From my climbing and rock climbing I can apply a huge amount of pressure when I clamp my fists shut. Knowing that I could create this huge amount of pressure, I liked stirring up my bro in law by grabbing a random part of his arm. We then just mucked around and wrestled, him getting hurt and squirming, up came his knee into my nose at full pressure, and I have a big nose( ).

So I thought, F**K this, if I let him get away with this now, he's gunna forever do shit like that and think it's ok. So I instantly turned around and head butted him straight in his fore head, I then grabbed him again and head butted him in his right eye socket - tit for tat. Then it became serious. He tried throwing a punch at me and I grabbed his wrist and again applied pressure. He was then on the ground with me pinning him down, as I recall I think I may have jabbed him a few times in the gut while pinning him. Then I turned around to one of my shocked mates and said "hold this guy otherwise this is going to get messy" so my mate jumped in the middle and held him back.

At this point in time, he had (bro in law) grabbed a trolley poll and was threatening me with it. My two mates (his mates aswell) said "you wanna do that dog shit then you're going to be up against all 3 of us" so he put it and and was demanding me out of his house.

So I gathered up my stuff and was going to walk out, but assessing the situation I didn't want to put my back to him as I walked out for the fear of him taking a dog shot. So I told him to get into the lounge room while I walked out. He wouldn't. So I then gave him an Ultimatem. Either he gets out in the lounge room or I was going though him to get out.

I then lowered the pitch of my voice to the deepest I could get it and started counting to 5, by the time I got the 3 he had gotten the jist that I was gunna go out through him, so he put his hand out and said "family isn't supposed to fight like this man" then I shook his hand and out burst his tears and he hugged me saying that we're family and this was not right.

So after all that and I had freshly became a Senior First Aid Officer I treated his now swollen eye with first aid .

Later that morning after we had finally gotten our feed from maccas they were all sleeping in the cramped room and I was on the computer, I remember turning around snickering at his BLACK AS THE ACE OF SPADES swollen eye socket that had consumed his eyeball . It was like that for like 10 days....

A headbutt is a favourite of mine, most don't see it coming especially when there in your face and spraying it instead of saying it. As the story goes: I used to head butt from the age of 2 until about 4 when my nan cured me of it... I went to head butt her once and she moved her head and I got the top bunk... Sent me bonkers.

But what I've always wanted to do is drop my knee into the inner thigh of somebody that is trying to go me. I reckon it would drop them in one hit and leave a killer bruise there for days if not weeks.

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Aerial

Well JohN Dee, you seem to be the type that enjoys a good scrum with your mates, and what's a head butt, or broken nose among friends right?

I don't want to be judgmental about you JohN Dee, and I'm sure you are great guy, but I have to tell you that I go to great lengths to avoid people as you portray yourself here.

Particularly disturbing is your desire to try out a knee strike to the inner thigh, yes it can leave a nasty bruise on your victim, but it will also piss him off. Choose your next victim wisely or you may just have your balls up in your throat as he demonstrates the proper placement of such a knee strike.

Your chainsaw is roaring, but your climbing is slow. Sorry, I had to say it.

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newguy18

I was in a fight once where 3 guys thought they had me,The one who was getting in my face was the one i took hold of first,the other 2 just watched me beat the living snot outta him,then took off before i got one of them.I grew up in akron ohio right outside summit lake,i use to run around firestone park,west side of cleveland and of course east canton[bloods and crypts territory].What they call the projects around here is nothing compared to where i came from.I'd like to take a few of those kids around here who think they're something to my old neighborhood,something tells me they'd be afraid to leave the car.I've had cops stop me while walking in east canton after dark asking me if i was trying to get shot.

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Aerial

Hey, newguy, I went to KSU and know the Akron area well. The Akron Zips, I believe they got that name after the guns they carried back in the day, now they've all got AK47s.

Aerial

newguy18

I used to hang around asu [back when i was a smoker]and smoke and run around with my friends after i dropped out of school.A friend's uncle owned a tobacoo outlet and sold us smokes and somefrom time to time.I can't really say good times.

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Lol mate, I understand where you're coming from, I really do. The text just doesn't do the justice. All of these instances I never once went looking for... They all found me.

It may sound as though I'm some thug, but I'm really not. I cherish my family, my work, my friends. I'm a little bit of an intravert, but once I get to know ya I'd never shut up... I like keeping to myself and avoiding these situations... Especially now that I'm an adult and I'm responsible for my own actions.

Eg: At the club, you know everyone is drinking and having a good time, when I accidentally bump into people I grab em rather then risk them wanting to jump me or go me, I give them a handshake say I'm sorry for the bump and wish them a good night. So far all is well and everyone is receptive. I once accidentally trot on the foot of a female (not knowing at all) in the packed dance floor and she pulled me up... Wasn't to say sorry though, she stomped my foot back with her heel :'(. Was all good and I continued on the night, avoiding her for the feak of her cutting off my foot with that heel...

Yes I suppose, that is abit weird and disturbing... I've never used it, but given the right circumstances I definately would.

Hmm, I think my posts are coming across really thuggish/offensive, when this is a self defence thread... I may later delete them. Gotta give it some thought.

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