Self Protection Story…
I never even really thought much about having to defend myself until my neighbor John got mugged last April. The guys that mugged him held a knife against him while they beat the crap out of him and took his money.
It kind of freaked me out to have something like that happen to someone I actually knew. I talked to a cop friend of mine about it and a couple days later he gave me what looked like a 30 inch long fiberglass rod with a handle on it.
I eyed the thing suspiciously and asked him what the hell it was. He smiled and told me it was a WA-1, otherwise known as a “Whoop Ass stick”.
After he gave me a few lessons in how to use it, I put it in my truck next to the driver’s seat and forgot about it.
I didn’t think about it again until a couple months later when I pulled into a Thrifty’s parking lot one day. As I got out of my truck I heard footsteps behind me.
Just as I started to turn someone pushed me into the side of my vehicle, hard. I turned around to find myself face to face with this big guy with scraggly hair.
He started cussing at me and, from what I gathered, he was pissed off at me because I guess I took the open parking spot he was going to park in.
I didn’t realize I had done so and offered to move. He shoved me up against my truck again, slapped me in the face and told me he was going to kick my ass.
I got this sick feeling in my stomach and realized this guy wasn’t going to go away without totally ruining my day. I backed against my open truck door and glanced down at the WA-1 sitting on the floorboard along the driver’s seat.
The guy was still screaming at me and stepped forward, hitting me again in the side of the head.
I grabbed up the WA-1 and sidestepped the guy as he punched at me. I swung the stick across the front of his shins and then snapped the weapon back across his face like a backhanded tennis swing. The effect was immediate.
The guy stepped back a couple steps and grabbed his face with both hands. As he pulled his hands away, my heart jumped at the sight.
His face was literally a bloody mess. His top lip all the way up to his cheek was cut open clean to the bone.
Blood gushed down his chin. The guy started howling like a wounded animal. He didn’t even see me anymore. He turned and walked a few steps and then started limping heavily.
When the cops showed up the guy was curled up in a fetal position in the middle of the parking lot.
I wasn’t arrested, but in the following weeks I caught hell from the city attorney’s office. And, while they did take my WA-1 away from me, they didn’t consider it an illegal weapon.
I found out from my attorney that the guy who attacked me had to have 27 stitches to put his face back together and he suffered a stress fracture on his left shin where I struck him.
I have since bought a new WA-1 and it sits in place of the old one. I doubt if I’ll ever need it again, but then again, you never know.
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Thanks,
Eldra
P.S. There are telescoping batons for sale, here, so you can protect yourself as well!