There’s nothing in the Atlanta Journal Constitutionreport that indicates the victim in this attempted home invasion a few weeks ago was armed, but if he or she was and it was a revolver in their hands, they’d better make every shot count. Good luck after awakening this way, under stress. One miss and there’s a gun-wielding perp still returning fire from the living room, probably outraged because his buddy’s blood is splattered all over the widescreen TV he planned on trading for meth.
Thankfully, the story had a happy ending, and by the use of a security camera (apparently similar in function to the Moultrie Trace Perimeter), we are served a stark reminder that home invasions are no longer the exclusive turf of one or two thugs. Although the beanie-wearing weenies appear to have studied tactics at Tier Three Stooges, they’re armed, have a chain of command, and are still out there stalking the next victim.
There’s nothing funny about that, especially in municipalities and states that limit the capacity of your magazine. Yes, you own every bullet you “send,” but bad guys usually don’t go down on the first shot, especially when under the influence of drugs and their adrenaline is pumping.
Of course, some very wise instructors told me the ultimate answer if you live in one of those areas. “The fastest reload is another gun.”