It happened to me. All of the articles on self defense, being aware of your surroundings, and self protection came to fruition.
On August 31, 2010, I was taking out the garbage at 6 am, and five "youths," later to be revealed in their 20s came scampering out of my back yard. I was dressed for work, meaning in a law-enforcement uniform for civilian employees (I am an accreditation manager for a police department and wear a uniform). When most people see a police uniform, they do not differentiate between a sworn police officer (authorized to carry a gun and make an arrest) from a civilian Department member in a support role.
"Stop!" I said. "What were you doing back there?" I asked in an authoratative tone.
"Nothing, sir," they said as they were walking away.
"Come back here. Let me see some ID," I said. The ringleader produced his drivers license. "What were you doing back there?" I asked again.
Tactically, I kept the garbage can in between me and the 5 suspects. I was not armed and didn't even have my tactical knife with me.
The youths explained that they were in the park behind my house at the school, and were drinking. They then saw the headlights of a police car, got spooked, and took off running. Now, they were returning to the park, when they went into my back yard to hide or cut through, but "decided not to disrespect" my property. The first part of the story seemed legit, but the excuse was definitely BS.
"Come on sir, let us go," they pleaded. With the amount of car burglaries in the area, I told them, "No, I am going to call the police and have them investigate." At that point four of the five took off westbound as I called in their location and the information.
Three police cars quickly responded. The officers searched the one youth who I had with me, and he professed that he was not doing anything wrong. With the police there, I checked my back yard, and there was nothing amiss.
Walking back to the police officers, I told them that I was not going to press charges, and then I turned to the offender. "But if anything happens to my house, my cars, my family, or property, I'm coming after you. The police have your information and you will be the first suspect."
He assured me that nothing would happen. The police told the offender that I was being nice by not signing a complaint. They decided to continue the investigation at the station. He was on his way back to his car and had alcohol on his breath.
I posted this story on Facebook, and these are the responses that were posted:
"You should consider getting a large attack dog. Make them kids think twice about their shenanigans when one gets a carotid artery ripped out."
"We would just call the coroner."
"In Indiana, we can shoot things that come on our property :)"
"You should have shot them."
"Just shoot the f*ck*rs."
"Discretion, and Kimber."
I write a newsletter twice a month for my business (selling tactical items and firearms accessories). My articles have always stated that a firearm is the LAST line of defense, not the first. There is a continuum of use of force, and I would not have been justified in using force against these individuals because they posed no threat to my safety or the safety of others.
To use violence for "defending" my property when they were leaving and did not destroy anything would have resulted in me going to jail.
I used discretion, and the police detained the subject for an investigation. In my mind, I told myself that I needed a gun, but the reality of the situation was that I didn't. Still, I would have felt better with a six-iron or a glock on my waist, but, alas, it is not allowed in Illinois...