Please Note: These stories are unedited and straight from our customers. There is some graphic language in some of these stories. We do not condone or condemn the actions mentioned below. We feel that self preservation is a God-given right and any means necessary to accomplish this should be used if the threat arises. Even with the finest self defense products in your hand, it is no guarantee you will get out of a situation unharmed. Avoidance and awareness are the keys to staying safe. Please be sure to read our Safety Tips.

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I was forced to use your Fox 5.3 on a couple of drunks at a 7-11 a couple of months ago. A guy approached me accusing me of hitting his car, which I wasn't even parked by. When I left I noticed he had his buddy with him. I got in my car and the guy was coming up to me with his hands clenched and enraged. I grabbed the 4oz. can of Fox 5.3 OC that I keep on the drivers side door and gave him a one second blast. He spun and dropped like a sack of rocks. Your product saved me from having to put my hands on someone (lawsuit) to defend myself. The cop said Fox is the brand they use too! I bought this can from you in 1999 and used it May 2004 and it fired fine. Ron G

I've probably bought $200 worth of fox lab pepper spray from you over the last few years. I give it to all the people I really care about(daughters, there college roommates, my boss and her daughters.) Last weekend was the first time we ever had to use it. My boss was out trail riding with her daughter on their Arabian horses. They came across a lady walking a Large male untrained and aggressive Rottweiler. The dog broke free and charged the horses. This dog was hauling the mail and there was no question he would have attacked, at less than 5 ft. Kathy blasted the dog with a Fox Pro Firemaster. The dog just crumpled into a pile of howling protoplasm. I mean immediately. Like he had been shot (maybe even better than if he'd been shot). He never touched the horses. It was great, horses and riders were saved from injury. The dog recovered and we hope is getting some training or at least the bone headed owner will be more careful. Guess I just wanted to say thanks and confirm that stuff is GREAT. Ps say hi to Zoë for me. Thanks Al G.

My work requires my wife and I to spend part of the year in South America -- we have two little cocker spaniels which we take with us. Down there you'll find maybe more instances than here where you'll encounter agressive stray or looose bigger dogs, so I bought my wife an Omega stun baton and a couple of two ounce Fox pepper sprays for protection while walking the dogs. She had the occasion to use the stun baton once and it worked nicely, driving off an agressive German shepard. Unfortunately, she dropped the Omega unit on the pavement one night and broke it -- I plan on replacing it for her. She then started carrying only the pepper spray. Recently, she had a run in with another German shepard, and one shot of the pepper spray drove him off. But just the other day, a pit bull broke loose from its owner and tried to attack one of the dogs. My wife hit him with the spray, but it didn't stop him immediately. However, after she expelled the remainder of the container in his face, the dog ended up on the ground -- he was tough to bring down. Our pup sustained only a minor cut under the eye, which was treated by our vet. Thank God for the Fox spray!
Frank S.


Irv I wanted to let you know that, indirectly, you saved my friend's life,
the taxi driver in Noumea.

He was attacked by 5 wallisian guys who wanted to rob him. Wallisians are
polynesian dudes, rather large and my friend is nowhere near that size, but
he felt that someything was coming and he held the mace firmly.

When he dropped tham and they refused to pay, one dragged him out of the car
and they all jumped on him, one trying to strangle him. He used the mace,
just like you use a fly-tox on roaches and it worked exactly the same way!
They all crawled on the ground screaming with their heads swealling like
pumkins ( I quote ).

He called the cops who came and I understand these guys were known to them,
they served them with a few swift kicks where it hurts and took them in.

My friend was touched by the product on the arms but although he had a
towellette, he said that the product kept on burning him for another three
days. But he also said that he much prefered to be burning for three days
than to be dead.

He asked me to tell you this and thank you very much for simply ... saving
his life.

Once again, thank you very much for having supplied us with such fine
products.

Cheers.

Richard G.

When I order the life page six months ago to carry as I left for college,
you assured me that I would not be disappointed. Tonight, you were correct.
I was on my way home from dessert with several friends when a 4-door sedan attempted to ram our vehicle. The passenger of the vehicle (intoxicated) exited the vehicle and attempted to strike me with a tire iron. I used my life pager, and it saved my life. Sir, your product saved my life. I am eternally grateful to your line of products, and rest assured that I will be ordering a refill for my life pager tomorrow.
Thank you very much, Nicholas P.

Just your average road rage incident. I was driving down Interstate 20 and I was doing the rules of the road game. You know, I follow the rules and when someone breaks the rules, I get mad. One phrase sums up my rage that day, slower traffic keep right.

I had just pulled into the fast lane to pass about three cars and a Dodge V-10 truck when the truck just pulls out in front of me causing me to hit the brakes. Mad already, I just waited for him to pull back over but he did not. I flashed my lights, blew my horn, and thought that was enough. So, I pulled into the right lane and passed him. I was sure he saw my salute as he started moving around a lot inside the truck. He got in front of me and slammed on the brakes. My Honda had no problem dealing with that, I just passed him in the median and got right back in the right lane.
He passed me again then started matching the speed of the car in front of
me. This was certainly aggravating but I stopped playing. I was still so
mad when, out of nowhere, he darted in front of me and turned on his turn
signal and pointed to the right as if to say, "Get off here." Strangely, I
DID! We took an off ramp at 75 mph. He immediately started to slamming on brakes again. I passed him, AGAIN. Then I slammed on brakes. The Dodge might have horsepower but it had weak brakes (and more weight!). He bumped me. All sound stopped and I felt like I was in slow motion.

Here comes the good part. I turned off the car, put it in neutral, pulled up the emergency brake, opened the door, and got out my stun gun in one fell swoop. I felt like I had practiced this a million times. Never could I imagine what was going to happen. I was at my bumper walking towards his truck as he was finally stopping. I was at his window as he was opening his door. He had a small semi-automatic pistol in his right hand, trailing him out the door. I put the shocker on his neck without a single word and pulled the trigger. He went straight down like he was having a cramp and then fell backward on the road. 1.5 seconds max! I looked around and there was no one anywhere. I pulled his gun out of his hand and threw it in the woods. I pulled his arm, and his body accordingly, to get him out of the road. I put him close to the truck and opened the door all the way. I was in some kind of shock but everything was slow and clear. I looked in the truck and I saw his wallet. I did think about throwing it in the woods too but I had an idea. I took his ID and put the wallet back. When they found him, I'm sure they would ask for ID, when he couldn't find it, I bet he thought of me! I could have done anything in the world to that man but instead, he just got a lesson in first punch theory.
I am no Terminator, but I am going to hit first and hard. I could have
walked right into a pistol shot to the head. I was stupid. I thank you
for your product and I thank the Army for my brainwashed ability to act then think. Just wanted to tell the story, everybody I know has heard it twenty times or more. Anonymous:-)

Hi, I just wanted to let you know that I ordered your 300,000v stun baton about 2 months ago and it turned out that I had to use it last weekend when I was attacked by 5 guys 3 of whom were drunk. The Baton was barely tapped on the arm of one of the drunk guys who immediately flew backwards 5 feet at an upward angle and crashing down on the hood of a car, at that point he laid on the ground for about 1 minute before waking up and literally crying and screaming, but could not stand up. Thank you very much, It was well worth it!!!!! Matthew T.

I thought it might interest you to know that last night (friday) at almost 12:00 midnight I went for a walk around my neighborhood (I love walking at night in fall/winter with a slight rain) and walked past a car I thought was just parked on the side of the road. As I passed it I noticed there were people in it so I walked to the other side of the road. To make a long story short, one of the occupants of the car was someone that has on several occasions tried to attack me and several of my friends. Seeing I was alone, he jumped out of the car and started walking at me asking if I remembered him. When he got about 5 feet away, he started to pull back like he was going to throw a punch. I took a step back, whiped out my baton and cracked my taser a few times. I've never seen a man run so quick. The car peeled out and didn't come back. Reece B.

Working in a women's protection group I have been through a lot nerve straining situations and I've had my share of injuries, but I'll tell ya that what happened to me last week beats it all easily.
I was on my way home when the radio central called me up, they had just received a call from a woman who had been beaten up so badly they could bearly hear what she was trying to tell them. All the other guys where busy so I had to take it.
"it's a shity job but someone's got to do it" and all that crap.
Anyway I followed the SOP and called her up when I was outside, to get some additional info. First of all to see if she is the one to answer the phone, if she is alone, how badly injured she is, if she has children with her and so on. The answers to these questions will decide what kind of equipment I'll take with me or if I need backup.
Yap she was alone, the good loving husband had gone to the mosque and wouldn't be home for another hour or so. So I decided for the standard first aid-kit and attached an omega stunbaton to the belt. Normally I would be carrying a glock 9 mm, but since I answered the call on my way home and we are not aloud to carry guns privately in Sweden I was basically in the shit, and had to settle for either pepper spray or the electrical alternative. And using spray in a confined area without gasmask is not an option.
I rang the doorbell to the house she lived in and a female with a badly bruised face opened the door.
She must have planned to move out for quite some time because she had packed the most necessary things and was more or less ready to go, and I couldn't be happier with that.
So I got in and grabbed her stuff and loaded with to heavy bags we headed out for the car, we are talking about where I'm gonna take her and I did the mistake of relaxing a bit to much, all of a sudden I see something grayish in my right corner view moving at me very fast.
I wish I could say that I had full control of the situation and that what happened next was a calculated move, but that would be stretching the truth to far.
My reflexes took control and I dropped the bags to the ground spinning around almost in the same movement, I see a very large dark colored man taking a swing at my face with something metallic in his right hand. Somehow my reflex differentiates between a "normal" knuckle swing and a knife stab and tells my body to raise my left arm in a blocking/deflecting move above my head. Only a little to early, and so I end up with a big fucking bowie knife stuck in my forearm, I can see the tip of the blade penetrating the skin on the other side. The adrenaline is streaming in my bloodstream like jetfuel and I'm thinking something in line with fuck, fuck he's gonna kill me, he's gonna kill me. Loosing he's favorite toy and with me still standing there looking at him and with the knife stuck in my arm he starts pounding at me with those giant fists attached to he's arms. I remember taking at least 5 or 6 punches in the face with only the adrenaline keeping me up before I can grab the stunbaton at my waist. I'm pressing the button even before the baton is released from my belt feeling, some of the paralyzing electricity going trough my pants. I take I wild swing at his groin scoring big time as I hit right between his legs, and this big fellow drops straight to the ground without even making a grunt.
Just to be on the safe side I gave him a nice 10-second blast on the neck and then I collapsed from the shock.
Since carrying a stun device is against Swedish law I couldn't tell the truth to the police, I served them some bullshit about training martial arts for 12 years(which is true not that it helped me shit) but I know that I'm still breathing today thanks to my omega stun baton. A very cheap life insurance indeed.
Thanx Irv, you have a friend in Sweden. Andy K.

I bought a asp police baton from your store some time ago when i was on holiday and i have have carryed it everywhere with me since i arrived home in England.
The months went by and allthough my line of work has no danger involved, I began to think my baton was a waste of time and money. I was wrong.
Last weekend while walking late at night with my two friends we were approched by a group of 4 males and 3 females who demanded our money and phones. As my two friends stood looking shocked i refused and the male with a big mouth jumped at my chest with a lock knife in his hand. Having my senses with me I sharpely moved before he did and quickly drew my 26" asp baton. My attacker paused for a couple of seconds (trying to figure what was happening) and then slashed at my face.
Thanks to my baton manual that i had read time and time again i new what to do next. I landed a forward strike on his left knee cap and with the help of my long 26" baton I managed to land a reverse strike on his right knee cap. He dropped to the floor like a sack of shit and his attension quickly went from my money to his shatterd knee caps.
I thought it would never happen to me and my baton was a waste of time but my story shows we will all have an experience of violent crime but the real question is are you prepared for it?? (thanks to asp batons and training manuals!!) from
Dave