Got up this morning to go hunting. My son and I loaded the truck and headed to Hillsborough to meet the rest of our usual crew of family and friends at McDonald's before we head to the farm to hunt. As we were rolling into town on Orange Grove Road my father in law called to say that he and my nephew and brother in law weren't gonna make it. The rain turned them off. We were only planning to hunt a couple hours anyway. So since I was almost to McDonald's I told my son we would go ahead and grab breakfast and figure out whether we wanted to head to the farm to hunt a couple hours or head back home. I had just hung up with my father in law and as I'm turning off of Oakdale Drive onto Old NC86 a woman in a pink shirt suddenly appears in front of the truck. I mean she was just THERE. I almost ran over her. She proceeds to my son's side of the truck and says she needs help. I notice a car sitting southbound at the light at Oakdale on NC86 and assume for a moment there has been a wreck. I start to pull off the side of the road when she says, "Don't leave me, let me in, he's going to hurt me," or words to that affect. It all ran together. I tell her there is no room in the truck (there wasn't, all of our gear was in the back seat), and I'm not really keen on the idea of letting unknowns in the vehicle with me and my kid anyway. At this point I'm still uncertain whether this is legit or a ruse. I glance toward the car but my window was a little fogged and I couldn't see anyone outside of the vehicle and could only see light glare from the headlights. I'm still sitting in the in the middle of the intersection because I was mid turn when she popped in front of me. She says she'll jump in the back and to call 911. At this point since she wants the police involved I figure it's probably legit. She jumped in the bed and I drove to the McDonald's parking lot while dialing 911. I tell the dispatcher I need police to the McD's to respond to a domestic violence situation and start giving them the particulars. As I get parked, I get out of the truck and a guy pulls up behind me in a silver Camry. He gets out and is crying and yelling at her. She's crying and yelling at him. I'm yelling at my son to get back in the truck. The dispatcher keeps asking me questions. It was chaos for a moment but I focused on the threat. He was bouncing and pacing around like a caged animal and kept putting his hand in his jacket pocket. I pulled my sweater up and put my hand on my CZ and told him I was armed, stay back, and to get his hand out of his pocket. I told him the police were on their way. I said all this as much for the 911 dispatcher as for the jackass I was saying it to. The dispatcher was saying to separate myself from them, but that is easier said than done and given the circumstances I wasn't gonna stand there and watch him run her over or beat her more. He keeps saying things like 'think about our baby' 'don't do this' 'I'm gonna go to prison'..... Finally he gets in the car and fishtails out of the parking lot heading toward the interstate. I get the distraught woman into McDonald's and the police arrive and start taking statements. I told them what happened. Showed them my ID and gave them my contact info. They never asked to see my weapon or permit for those who are curious. Reflections and takeaways..... I never drew my weapon. Didn't approach a point where I felt the need, though when the guy had his dominant (I assume he's a righty like the majority of the population) hand in his jacket pocket while his other one is waving and gesticulating at his girlfriend it seemed out of place. Still don't know what was in that pocket. Glad I didn't find out. I'm assuming at some point the notion crossed his mind that he had no interest in showing me. I'm guessing a knife of some sort.... His girlfriend kept saying "he doesn't have a gun" when I was telling him to get his hand out of his pocket. I'm guessing as bad as things were between them she didn't want to see him die either. Sometimes a command voice works. I BELLOWED at the guy. Kept my head, no jitters or anything. I made him aware who the Alpha was at that moment and from what I can tell it worked. He didn't take a step forward after I put my hand on my weapon and commanded him to stop. I'm glad he did. Had no interest in shooting him this morning, and I didn't want it to escalate to a hands-on situation either. I had about 60 lbs on the guy, skinny little punk, but knives hurt and I didn't want to spend Thanksgiving getting stitches. I kept him outside the 21 ft. line. Based on training and drills I've done with John and Scott at TAG (one of the drills at the "Intro to Trace Armory Group" class) we determined that my personal "Tueller" distance is more like 15-16 feet. But I wanted him further out regardless. I need to do more instruction on SHTF stuff with my son. He got out of the truck and added another variable to an already intense situation. I had to split my focus between the threat, the phone in my hand, my son, and the distraught woman behind me. It was chaos..... We had a talk on the way home about staying out of Dad's way and behind cover in situations like that. I explained that as big as he is and as much as he would want to help me, he would be more of a distraction as I'd be worried about him getting hurt. People suck. As the woman was giving her statement to the police we overheard that she is 3 months pregnant and he's kept her from calling anyone or getting away for the last several days. He broke her phone so she couldn't call for help. She saw the opportunity and jumped out of the car in front of my truck. She had a black eye and bruises on her neck and arm. She said God put me in the right place this morning. I'm glad I could help where I could. Thoughts, critiques, reflections welcome. Happy Thanksgiving all. As you're spending it later today with your families reflect for a bit on those who have no one or worse someone like this douche.