He started badgering via text and v-mail mid afternoon. As per his general M.O. this is the prelude to a very interesting evening. The local P.D. was alerted to his banter. Unfortunaty we know the entire staff of our local P.D. by first name, and have many personal cell phone numbers as a result of our ongoing "challenges" with this guy. As expected the increased throughout the day. He made several threats to the effect that he was coming over to cause great damage, cause grave bodily harm to anyone brave enough to stand in his way....bla...bla...bla. I have heard this same ole song and dance more times than I can count. He had some property in the garage, and he was insistent that tonight was the night that he just had to come get it. After dismissing his requests several times as usual ....I finally got disgusted enough with his trash talk that I agreed he should come get it so we could finally be done with the subject. I happily, and politely, informed him that his property would be waiting on the sidewalk when he arrived, at the time in which he so vulgarly threatened to be there (and warned me I had better not be...lol). 911 was contacted at this time and a Civl Standby requested. My Fiancee was on the phone with the 911 operator for the duration of the event, up until FPD officers arrived.
I was armed, as always while around the house. I was carring on with the removal of his items, and placing them orderly on the sidewalk at the end of the alley (we have a corner lot, so alley and sdewalk intersect at back corner of lot opposite garage). I was up on a 6' ladder removing a larger 24' extension ladder from a rafter rack when I heard his F250. It slowed as he approached. Apparently he saw his stuff, and freaked. The F250 was in the drive and he was dismounting the vehicle in less than five seconds. I was in THE WORST POSSIBLE PLACE I COULD HAVE BEEN. I was on a ladder, with my hands full of ladder, hanging over our SUV. I verbally ordered him to stop, three times, which he ignored. He closed the gap of 20-25' so fast I barely had time to try and catch the ladder on the hook again and start down the ladder. I ended up jumping off of the ladder, only to be hit a glancing blow in the head by the falling extension ladder. Now at this point we are in the center of a 2-car garage with him less than 2 feet from me.
The thought passes through my head....CASTLE DOCTRINE....I can shoot if needed. I decide to shove him and get some space between us. All the time i am verbally ordering him to leave,and telling him "STOP!...STOP!....GET OUT! You are not coming in!!" He again approached, again I two handedly shoved him back. This time he stops rearward motion outside the garage. He AGAIN approaches, again I make an effort to shove him back. At this time I am inside and he is outside coming in. I went to push, commiting both hands, weight, and leverage with my legs to set him back further.....BIG MISTAKE!!! Left myself WIDE OPEN for a hook to my left temple. I'll give credit where it is due....it was a good shot. Didn't put me down....but it got my undivided attention. I dropped to a knee when he hit me, and came up in a different frame of mind!! The fight was on. It was a unglamorous, down and dirty scrap. Shorly after the fists started flying, it went to the ground. Did I feel comforted that I was armed at this point NO!! I carry my 229 in a VM2, and all I could think about was keeping posession of my carry gun. I fought the majority of this battle with my strong arm covering my weapon. I allowed myself to be put in a position that I had dreaded all of my adult life. I was in a fight with a dope fiend....and there was a gun there. I am not a BIG guy, but at 6'2" and 215, and a regular at the gym 4-5 times a week, I am fit, and capable of handling myself. I had him subdued, and totally submissive in fairly short order. He was given the option to get his stuff and leave....or just leave, buth either way....DON'T COME BACK! He chose the latter. His posessions were photographed, by my fiancee as well as FPD.....as they sat on the sidewalk....where they remain as I write this. FPD located him, got a voluntary Criminal Tresspass warning signed, and they offered to accompany him as he picked up his belongings. He declined...and chose to leave a $1200 air ompressor, several Werner 24' ladders, a Craftsman Rolling box full of hand tools, a stainless grill, and misc stuff...just siitting on the sidewalk. I can only wonder how much will be there tomorrow...LOL!!
Long story short....I have LOVED my VM2! I carry in it daily, and have for YEARS. But after this incident, I will be looking at some sort of retention rig to add to my collection.
Second, could I have used deadly force...sure! The guy has threatened my life more times than I can count. He is a known drug addict. He has a violent criminal record (to women and childeren) He has assaulted Police Officers when he has been removed from the property before. Any "Reasonable" person would be fearful of their life in a confrontation with him. HOWEVER.....I am glad I didn't. Not sure if I fully understand why....but I am actually happy. It is a wierd feeling, but I am sore, shaky from the addrenalin high, and still trying to take it all in and find the things I should have done dfferently....but the biggest thing I feel now is that I am happy and relieved that I didn't resort to deadly force as an option...
I still kinda lost in this mess...but I'll revise and add as things become clearer...

P.S. to CROSSFIRE.....Tell Marty I COMPLETELY understand the story from class now. Addrenaline is a funny thing!