[minksy]

y tha fuck dint he run as soon as he see tha gun pointed at his head?...

[juandams09]

Looks like the guy was too confused to do anything

[Mr.Angel]

yo, awsome

[Blewvane]

Shitty weapon, shitty hitman, one dumb motherfucker victim.

[daughterofthenight]

i don't think anyone who hasn't been trained would know WHAT to do in this situation. and don't pretend you do. it's a shock to have someone come up and stick a gun in your face, duh! and he only had seconds to react.

any of ya'll been raped or mugged? then shut up.

[billybwneyes]

i would of booked the fuck out that bitch maybe he was waiting for him to give him kill him sense 1984

[daughterofthenight]

well, he wasn't holding a gun on me, but here is what you can do when you've been trained. but remember, part of the training is to remember to be AWARE of yourself and your surroundings at all times.

December 4th, 2008
Today on the Trail, I pulled my Knife out; I always carry, but I've never felt the need to do that on the trail before. I'm trained. Some of my friends are Special Forces, they know I solo and they wanted me to be able to defend myself. So if I had to I could quite neatly and quietly kill someone. I do not wish to. But I will if I have to. I want to live. I won't be raped again.

I was hiking Iron Mountain again today, I wanted to better my time, and I did. I hiked to the peak, 3.1 miles, 1600 ft elevation gain, in 1 hour and 5 minutes. My time on the way down was 1 hour 8 minutes, but it would have been much faster. I was slowed on the way back down by a man.

He was coming towards me, shirtless with jeans, carrying his orange shirt in one hand and a red cell in the other. My flags all went up immediately. He was completely out of shape, fat, slovenly; he carried no water, and no headlamp although it would soon be dark. He was completely unequipped. He said "hi" to me and begain angling slightly toward me, I turn slightly to the other side of the trail and continue on my quick trail run towards the bottom never saying more than the usual that I say to any other trail runner, "hey". Within ten steps I heard his pace change and I could feel him turning, I gave a quick glance 25 feet later and confirmed it, he had turned to follow me down. I moved up my pace. I could hear him behind me, when the trail turned, I can see him there. But he is not as fast as I am, the trail is very rocky and it makes it tricky. I know this trail so well now.

Ahead of me is a nice bend in the trail with a good sized bush, he is over 150 or more feet behind me now, and I do not want him behind me. I go around the bush and stop, I control my breathing until it cannot be heard, and I pull out the knife, and wait. I hear him, then I see him, he comes around and is very surprised to see me there. I stop him and let my knife be visable. "Are you following me?" He says yes. "Why?" He shrugs. I say, "Don't", and point him down the trail with my knife. He goes down the trail. I watch him go and I follow from far back, slowly, watching him from a distance. I keep my knife out for the rest of the hike, and my phone in the other hand. When he goes over a rise, I realize that I no longer know exactly where he is and my pace slows further as I walk quietly and listen intently. He was at the trailhead. Ignoring me, sort of, not really. I saw him from about 50ft away, by then I had my son on the phone, just in case. I got to my truck and locked myself in. His truck was right next to mine, he got in and drove away, but not before I wrote down his description, truck make and model and license. I don't know what he wanted. I never will. But my gut tells me to be alert and I am.

[10white1984]

haha

[Operator^]

So glad I don't live in South Amerika.

[_ViRtUoSo_]

I would have gave the guy a blow in the face at first glance that he had possession of a firearm. Only a retard would stand there and look.