I arrested a pair of young men a few years back. They came late at night dressed in black to slip my daughter out thru her bedroom window. During the wait for the Sheriff's patrol to arrive, they sat in the middle of my gravel drive, legs crossed and hands on their heads, blinded by a flashlight. They couldn't tell if my Ruger .357 was reholstered or not. Don't know what they thought about during that long thirty minutes, but I assume it was along the lines of mistakes and mortality. Evidently word of the event got around. I never had another problem. By the way, I let them off without the criminal trespass and attempted kidnapping of a minor charges, to be reinstated should I ever see them again. "My lawn! Get off it!"