This reminded me of a story from several years ago.
I was working security at a Waffle House in a neighboring city. About 0100 a group of about 10 people pulled up. Their ringleader was a massive individual, about 6’4” and 350lb. They sat down and immediately they started getting belligerent with the staff.
Manger came over and told me he wanted them out. I said ok and went over to the folks. Told them they needed to leave. A ruckus ensued and the ringleader started telling the group that they needed to kill me.
I proceeded to walk outside and call the local PD. While I’m on the phone outside I can hear the ringleader through the glass still talking the crowd up about killing me and beating the staff.
I hung up the phone with dispatch and walked over to my car. I opened the passenger door and grabbed that shotgun. I thumbed a couple of shells in it to top it off and walked back in the restaurant.
The ringleader made a comment about it but, he never stood back up and he stopped harassing the staff. Local PD showed up and removed them. Local PD never said anything about me having the shotgun 😂.
On the way out I noticed one of the younger officers eyeing me and the shotgun. I just chuckled and said peace through superior firepower.
Good times lol
In a way, a kinda similar story, in the previous town I lived in, where a shotgun came in handy. Wife woke me up at 0325 and said someone was opening the garage door. I got up, put on my pants, and pulled the 870 out from under the bed. Opened the door leading to the garage, racked the first round of Federal #00 Flight Control into the chamber, (yes, I know...maybe tactically unsound but I wanted to be heard and not to have to shoot somebody), and swept the garage. The electric garage door was a little less than half open. Meanwhile, the wife was dialing 911. The would-be intruder had skedaddled.
In seven minutes, the police arrived. (I thought it was pretty good time, relative to the area he had to cover.) He came to the door and said "Is everyone safe here?" I said "Yes" and explained the situation. He left, drove around for a while looking for suspects, and found no one. He came back to the house and filled out his report in my den. All the while he kept glancing over at the 870 now leaning in the corner of the den about 8 feet from him. On the way out, he stopped, looked at me, and said "You know, you've got just about the ideal home defense gun." My reply was "Yeah, nothing says "Get Out of My House!" like a shotgun filled with 00 buck." He chuckled out loud.
Maybe I'm a Fudd. (I still like my BHP, also.)