Earlier today, respected author and TTAG commentator Dan Baum took me to task for suggesting that average folk ought to make their house more of a bunker and less of a target. “Alarms, vault doors, exterior lighting….Where do you live? Beirut? Nothing in here about what to do if a meteorite hits your house, which is about as statistically likely as a home invasion.” The standard answer to this objection: “If you believe that, why do you wear a seat belt?” The rabbi’s response: “Sheep.” My slightly more loquacious reply: “Shit happens.” For example, consider the internal lock failure on my Performance Center Smith & Wesson 686 . . .
I’ve never heard of an internal lock failure on a full-frame Smith & Wesson handgun. Never. A stainless steel Smith? What are the odds? A million to one? More? But not only did the L-Frame Smith’s internal lock lock-up all on its own, it happened to me. Not some guy. Me. And not only did it happen to me, a gun blogger, but it happened while I was videoing the gun’s operation.
The odds of experiencing this failure in the middle of a media show-and-tell are astro-friggin’-nomical. And yet, there it is. Even though the odds of an internal lock failure happening again in a self-defense scenario (no less) are remote squared, I’m going with the tao of the Snoop. I’m gonna to drop it like it’s hot.
Truth be told, I didn’t believe there was any risk that the 686’s lock would lock me out. And now that I know it can, I’m not prepared to take that risk. And that’s what all this alarm, big ass doors, light and guns stuff is all about Dan: risk management. I’m ditching the 686 with lock for a 686 without lock for the same reason I carry a gun in the first place: to minimize the risk of catastrophe.
Despite angering the Suarez mob and other reasons not to be named later, I don’t think there’s a significant chance that I’ll be facing a home invasion anytime soon. But I do believe that if a home invasion occurs at the old homestead, there’s a better-than-even chance that it would be catastrophic. In other words, a home invasion is a small risk with an ENORMOUS downside.
If invaders assaulted, raped, tortured or murdered me or one or more of my family members, it would be statistically insignificant. But it would also be personally devastating. An event that could quite easily ruin my life and the lives of the people I love. Forever.
So I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that doesn’t happen. If that means maintaining what you consider to be an unhealthy level of anxiety, tooling-up with what you might consider to be unnecessarily powerful weaponry and training in what you’d probably consider to be surplus-t0-requirement gunfighting techniques, if that means I seem paranoid to you, so be it. I’ve got too much to lose to care what you or any other “rational” person has to say on the subject.
McNabb says the robbers kept demanding to know where the safe and drugs were.
“He kept saying, ‘Where’s the safe? Where’s the safe? Where’s the drugs?’ I said, ‘This is the wrong house. I don’t know who you’re looking for,'” McNabb described.
As one robber continued to beat him, another turned to his young son.
“He stuck the gun in my three-year-old’s face saying, ‘I’ll kill the kid,'” McNabb said.
Then, he says, “they tied me up with tape, put me on my stomach and hog tied me. I thought they were going to kill me for sure – right in front of my family.”
He didn’t know at the time, but a neighbor heard the all screaming and called 9-1-1.
Luckily for the McNabbs, deputies were able to catch the suspects red-handed. McNabb says the crooks were trying to force his wife at gun point to rob the home next door when deputies got there.
They immediately arrested one and caught the other two later. He says the three were likely trying to hit the home next door, where one of them often hangs out.