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Tonight my fiance' and I came home from visiting her folks in Statesboro. On the way here we came up on a light metallic colored Toyota Sienna minivan with Berrien county plates driving slowly and erratically (weaving into the other lane). After following him from about 4-5 car lengths behind for approximately 1/2 mile. I passed him once we got to a straight section of road. As I passed him he flashed his lights and honked his horn at me. We quickly lost sight of him and proceeded about 5 more miles to my house.
As we arrived and parked behind the house my sister and brother-in-law pulled in and parked down at the barn. My brother-in-law had left his glasses in the farm truck. Everyone was out of their respective vehicle and I walked towards the barn to see what was up when I saw the van slowing down about 1/4 mile down the road from my house. I stopped in the darkened driveway to the barn and watched it. Both my fiance's car and my sisters had their lights on and are similar shape/color. The van passed from my view in front of house going about 25-30 mph (guesstimate). I turned to go on down to the barn. The moment I turned away from the road I heard a shot like a small caliber .22 and what sounded like a bullet hitting metal (tinging). I said "S#!t!", ducked, and turned towards the road/source of the sound. I moved behind a pecan tree and drew my Kimber pistol. As I was moving I saw the van accelerate away from the opposite side of the house heading towards town.
I shouted "Did you hear that?!" to everyone. They said yes and asked what was it. I replied that I thought that the peckerwoods in that van just shot at us and/or the house. I called 911 on my cellphone and gave'em what I knew and they said they'd send a deputy up to take a report. I said thanks and hung up.
I started looking at the front of the house, garage, cars, etc... for holes. Everybody else came up and followed me around. I checked the highway in front of the house for a shellcasing. I didn't see anything so I herded everyone to the back of the house. About twenty minutes later the deputy showed up. I told him the same thing I told the dispatcher and the first the letters of the car tag. The other 3 people told him that they'd heard the shot too. He said he'd go into town and radio the 2 local cops to BOLO for the van. He left and my sister and her husband left 5 min. later.
I ain't holding my breath for the cops to catch anybody given the vague description, darkness, and the lag time. Before anybody goes yelling I'm anti LEO or something I want to say:
It's not law enforcement's fault it's just the way life is. They aren't omniscient god's or flying purple spaghettti monsters.
Now that I've said that let me vent. I'm very very very ticked off right now at a van of drunk/stoned and obviously stupid people. I'm also mad with myself for not watching for 2 more seconds to see if the van emerged from the other side of house. I knew they were acting weird and posed a potential threat.
1st lesson learned: DO NOT TURN YOUR BACK ON EVEN A LOW PROBABILITY PERCEIVED THREAT UNTIL THEY ARE DEAD OR GONE.
2nd lesson learned: I live in the boonies in South Georgia, not Albany, or Macon, or Atlanta. It's a very quiet laid back low crime nothing hardly ever happens kinda place. That doesn't mean I can be a slacker and let my S.A. level down.
That's all for now I've gotta do some work.
As we arrived and parked behind the house my sister and brother-in-law pulled in and parked down at the barn. My brother-in-law had left his glasses in the farm truck. Everyone was out of their respective vehicle and I walked towards the barn to see what was up when I saw the van slowing down about 1/4 mile down the road from my house. I stopped in the darkened driveway to the barn and watched it. Both my fiance's car and my sisters had their lights on and are similar shape/color. The van passed from my view in front of house going about 25-30 mph (guesstimate). I turned to go on down to the barn. The moment I turned away from the road I heard a shot like a small caliber .22 and what sounded like a bullet hitting metal (tinging). I said "S#!t!", ducked, and turned towards the road/source of the sound. I moved behind a pecan tree and drew my Kimber pistol. As I was moving I saw the van accelerate away from the opposite side of the house heading towards town.
I shouted "Did you hear that?!" to everyone. They said yes and asked what was it. I replied that I thought that the peckerwoods in that van just shot at us and/or the house. I called 911 on my cellphone and gave'em what I knew and they said they'd send a deputy up to take a report. I said thanks and hung up.
I started looking at the front of the house, garage, cars, etc... for holes. Everybody else came up and followed me around. I checked the highway in front of the house for a shellcasing. I didn't see anything so I herded everyone to the back of the house. About twenty minutes later the deputy showed up. I told him the same thing I told the dispatcher and the first the letters of the car tag. The other 3 people told him that they'd heard the shot too. He said he'd go into town and radio the 2 local cops to BOLO for the van. He left and my sister and her husband left 5 min. later.
I ain't holding my breath for the cops to catch anybody given the vague description, darkness, and the lag time. Before anybody goes yelling I'm anti LEO or something I want to say:
It's not law enforcement's fault it's just the way life is. They aren't omniscient god's or flying purple spaghettti monsters.
Now that I've said that let me vent. I'm very very very ticked off right now at a van of drunk/stoned and obviously stupid people. I'm also mad with myself for not watching for 2 more seconds to see if the van emerged from the other side of house. I knew they were acting weird and posed a potential threat.
1st lesson learned: DO NOT TURN YOUR BACK ON EVEN A LOW PROBABILITY PERCEIVED THREAT UNTIL THEY ARE DEAD OR GONE.
2nd lesson learned: I live in the boonies in South Georgia, not Albany, or Macon, or Atlanta. It's a very quiet laid back low crime nothing hardly ever happens kinda place. That doesn't mean I can be a slacker and let my S.A. level down.
That's all for now I've gotta do some work.
! Thank God you're all ok. It's asshats like those who do nothing more than pollute the gene pool and it's only a matter of time till they wind up in the cesspool.
