Found on Reddit: A great story about how a night out shooting darts spun out of control.
It was me, my sister and some of her friends. My sister and her friends were playing darts in the bar, I was joking with some other guys. A group of either four or five women and a male made their way from the otherside of the bar and immediately started pushing around my sister’s friend who we’re going to call Amanda.
Amanda didn’t want any part of that and ran over to me, to hide behind me. I had no idea what was going on. The aggressive male was hurling threats at everyone, the bar owner was telling him to leave, Amanda was telling them to leave her alone, she had no beef with anyone. Before I could fully figure out what was going on, the aggressive females started throwing punches at Amanda.
I tried to separate the girls when the aggressive male began to hurl threats at me. I just ignored it. It didn’t take long for s*** to get ugly after that. I saw out of the corner of my eye, my sister getting pulled by the hair into the aggressive group, they were viciously beating on her head. At that moment, I redirected my attention to my sister.
Without even thinking I started yelling at the aggressive girls to let my sister go and punched one of them. The male, the ringleader, then began to move in my direction hurling death threats at me. This was no longer just a stupid little scuffle, this turned into an extremely dangerous situation. I as far as I could tell, I was the only male trying to stop the fight. The aggressive girls were no match for me, but they were seriously going to town on my sister. The male on the other hand was about the same size as me and I had no idea if he had any weapons or not.
At this time I felt the best course of action for me was to step back from the crowd, draw my weapon and aim for the ringleader. Maybe y’all might disagree, maybe not. Hindsight is 20/20 and in retrospect no one got seriously injured. But in this moment, I had no way of predicting the flow of the fight. I felt that both my sister and I were in grave danger.
But I couldn’t protect us like I should have been able to. Because in Texas, a bar with a red liquor license is a mandatory gun free zone. I had made the decision earlier to leave my gun in the car.
Fortunately, everything ended well for the good guys, but yeah, this is pretty close to a no-win scenario as you can get. Sometimes, you can do everything right (including abiding by your state’s laws regarding CCW) and still get into a world of hurt.