I have never been in the situation, nor do I want to be, to have to pull my weapon on anyone in the three years I've carried. But, on the other hand there have been a few times that I have been VERY thankful and much more comfortable having it with me or maybe in hand. Hve any of you ever had a situation like this? Or better yet, Have you ever had to actually use it? I'm looking for some good stories here, so let me know your experiences. I guess the only time that I've ever felt the possible need to pose the threat of my firearm was actually when all I had was my Hi-Point 9mm. I know what you're thinking, but it was my first adn only handgun for a while. My truck had broken down about 10p.m. on a Sun evening out in the backwoods of N.C. somewhere I am not at all familiar with. It had been raining on and off all weekend and Dad was 3 hours out with my tow dollies. So there sat my wife and I in my truck at an abandoned store where alot of truckers parked to sleep. As we were checking it out when we first pulled in, a nasty looking dude pulled up in an old beater van offering help. Not thinking at the time, I picked the wrong thing to tell him. I told him that we were going to have to get towed so his offer to help was appreciated, but not needed. Well as our company in our other vehicle had to go home, he returned about a half hour later. He parked right next to us ,but I couldn't see him. I didn't know if he was just an okay guy that wanted to park there, (away from everyone else, which was wierd), or if he wanted the tarped furniture in the back of my truck, wanted what was inside my truck, wanted my truck or wanted us. All I knew was that he knew we were alone, stranded and out of town. After about 20 minutes of him sitting there I thought to call police, but then if they didn't get him for anything he would know that we called and might want revenge. So I had my piece out and had chambered a round and safety on.(I just don't feel secure keeping one in the pipe in my el cheapo) Had the extra mag in my lap. The gun was in my hand on my console under a blanket that my wife had to sleep with. We pondered on this for quite some time, before we decided what to do.(Forgot to mention for us to make a phone call we would have to get out and use pay phone due to no cell phone service) So since my truck would crank and run(front wheel bearings were gone) we decided to let him think we drive it. After another couple of minutes our windows cleared up about the time he put his brakes on and put his van in gear. We waited to see what he might do. He never did move so we figured if we left and he followed then we were for sure calling 911. We got on the road and he started rolling. We got under a street light as he crept our way. I stepped out of the vehicle with the phone to my ear as if I was calling someone and the 9 in my hand. I made sure to show my firearm to him. When he did, he made a dead stop in the road and flipped his lights to bright shining right on me. I franticly told my wife to get on the phone NOW! She didn't get the phone to her ear good (my phone back in my pocket at this time and my eyes stuck on his van. ) It just so happened that I had fait on my side that night. Apolice car was coming down the road and headed straight for us. At that time my crazy waife jumped out of the truck running away from the van and toward the cop. The van squalling tires in reverse left. Worried for us the officer stopped and gathered the story and I felt safe enough to reholster my weapon. For the moment the BG got away. The officer told us that we were 8 miles from the closest civilization. Luckily my truck made it. So we drank coffee at the waffle house and took til our ride made it to us to quit shaking. I don't know if they ever found that guy or not, but he never found us. Now, while I felt as I posed the threat, I've still yet to sight my weapon on anyone. So, this being said, I can only imagine how it must feel to focus that front sight on another human being, or actually have to use it. I know some of you military or officer persons may not can talk much about it, but I would like some other stories of any instances you may have. My wife asked if I would've really used it that night? Hell yeah! I don't carry it for appearance, it's for exactly what I used it for...personal protection. She used to always question me and my guns, but after that night, there hasn't been the first question about it. Now she gets it. To put it clearly to you, she actually makes sure that everytime we get up out of bed, we're holstered up. 2nd Admen. at its best for you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks for writing, hope for your stories soon.