Well, you mow as many bad neighborhoods as I do, for as long as I have, you have a lot of brushes with unsavory characters. And yes, guns, knives, gangs, bad situations brewing. We've mowed around dead bodies and police tape, we've had ghetto high school girl fights rumble right in front of us, we've had police shootouts in our midst. But the time one of my subs had a pistol to his head while on his Turf Tiger has to rate up there with the "brush with death" category. Couple years back, had a crew mowing inner city slummy park that just went on for about 66 acres...long stretch behind houses, by ravine, secluded areas, ended up at inner city baseball field. 10:30am on a Tuesday, sun is out, all is well, always kept trimmer guys and mowers together for protection...at least that's what we thought. Here comes a couple ghetto rats walking towards one of my mower operators. Mower guy is going back and forth striping the area by some tennis courts when one of the rats motions that he would like a light (of his cigarette). My guy stops the mower and reaches for a lighter. Just then the other piece of trash pulls a pistol and places it firmly on mower man's temple and tells him to get off the mower and empty his pockets. Mower guy does that BUT forgets to put the brake on, so the mower dies (safety you know). After giving up all his items, thug and friend backs off my mower guy and tries to start mower to steal it. Mower won't start. My guy is so shocked at the situation he freezes. Thug pulls the gun again straight to his head and tells him in no uncertain terms to get this mower going or he'll end it right here. And he would've. Fortunately, mower man goes through all the steps of starting and puts the brake on to start up the mower once again. Trash proceeds to drive it up and out of site. Within five minutes the police are swarming the area, not a mower to be found. They had stashed it in a garage until the heat was over. No doubt...a brush with death landscaper style. Mower never found. Thugs never arrested. Needless to say, I'll never bid that contract again.