I grew up hearing this story being told about my Grandmother and her Savage .32ACP. I believe this was in the 1930s. My grandparents, dad, and uncle lived in an upstairs of a house. There had been reports in the neighborhood of a peeping Tom. My grandfather was at work in the evening and Grandma was home with the kids. The back stairs led to the kitchen. Grandma was feeding my dad and uncle when she heard a knock on the door. She said in a low voice, “Who is it?” No answer. Another knock, she asks again, and still no answer. Grandma was no small frail lady in those days. Whoever was there heard her. I don’t know how long this went on but she soon retrieved the Savage .32ACP.
The next time the knock was heard and she got no answer, she shot through the closed door a few times. As the story was told she heard something or someone tumbling down the stairs. I can’t remember if she ever looked out or called the police, but no one was found when Grandpa got home. The family claims there was never another report of a peeping Tom in the neighborhood after that night. I still have that Savage today; it’s one of the guns I will always keep and I’ll never forget Grandma.