Pit Bull came charging from nowhere, didn't know whether it was coming after me and my kid or my dog. I picked my kid up in the air and it attacked my dog. Within 10 seconds the owner ran up and was able to get his dog off mine. I decided right then and there to get my CPL. Not for fear of my own life, but rather to be sure I can instantly end any immediate threat to my kids life. What if my dog wasn't there and it grabbed my kid before I could? Empty handed could I disable the dog before it disabled my kid? I dont have to wonder anymore.
Handguns and Attacks In the Outdoors
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PointOneSeven
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I was attacked by an owl. It tried to steal my hat. Then it came around for another pass so I gave it a warning shot of .40 S&W. Almost close enough to BBQ the bastard, I wonder if any feathers were singed 
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. FrontSight
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Beautiful story, DMZX.
My cousin from Italy and I once had to run for what seemed our lives at the time. We were fishing on State Land in NY, that bordered a really nice house with a huge & prfectly manicured lawn. When we walked by the outside of the property (on the state land trail; never tresspassing onto the private property; the house had a stone huge wall but a big opening at one spot in the trail), two HUGE dogs came charging from the house about 50 or 75 yards away at full speed, growling and barking.
One was some white angel of death beheamoth, the other a doberman pincher. We ran off the trail & deeper into the woods into the brambles and got pretty ripped up, not sure if the dogs were going to get us or not.
We had no firearms with us, but we did have a large folding knife, that was, of course, in one of our back-packs, so that would not have been a quick help.
Not even sure to this day if the dogs ever crossed the property onto the state land, but I would not have hesitated to shoot if they had reached us and I had a firearm...
My cousin from Italy and I once had to run for what seemed our lives at the time. We were fishing on State Land in NY, that bordered a really nice house with a huge & prfectly manicured lawn. When we walked by the outside of the property (on the state land trail; never tresspassing onto the private property; the house had a stone huge wall but a big opening at one spot in the trail), two HUGE dogs came charging from the house about 50 or 75 yards away at full speed, growling and barking.
One was some white angel of death beheamoth, the other a doberman pincher. We ran off the trail & deeper into the woods into the brambles and got pretty ripped up, not sure if the dogs were going to get us or not.
We had no firearms with us, but we did have a large folding knife, that was, of course, in one of our back-packs, so that would not have been a quick help.
Not even sure to this day if the dogs ever crossed the property onto the state land, but I would not have hesitated to shoot if they had reached us and I had a firearm...
I am glad fourdogs backed off. I highly respect any serviceman who serves this country, especially in war time and that war in particular. Still it ain't right to judge another person's decision to defend themself unless you were/are there.
MUSHER -ain't no doubt your an Alaskan, you write just like the late Russel Annabel and that's as good as it gets for wildreness stories. I ran into a few angry salmon when I lived up there, darn things ate all the bait off my hook.
MUSHER -ain't no doubt your an Alaskan, you write just like the late Russel Annabel and that's as good as it gets for wildreness stories. I ran into a few angry salmon when I lived up there, darn things ate all the bait off my hook.
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Dismantler
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I was shooting .22's on a friend's land. He called me over to shoot a grounghog that he thought was rabid or otherwise sick, as it had attacked another groundhog. The victim of the attack was submerged in a small, cold runoff spring. He had me shoot that one first. As a rule I do not like to shoot animals...but he is the land owner. So I popped the injured groundhog.
Then I foolishly tried to walk up to the attacker. Well, he charged me as fast as his tiny legs could move. And he was fast! I whipped up my Marlin Model 60 and shot two from the hip. Amazingly, I hit him at least once. I saw the impact and he turned around and started walking away. To this day I will state that it was pure luck that I hit him.
Well, I was so shaken up by the charge that I shot at him six times with my Ruger Single Six...and missed every time!
I did not use the rifle as there was a case caught in the action. I had to reload the Ruger and go into the weeds to find him. He was dead by then...but I made sure.
Then I foolishly tried to walk up to the attacker. Well, he charged me as fast as his tiny legs could move. And he was fast! I whipped up my Marlin Model 60 and shot two from the hip. Amazingly, I hit him at least once. I saw the impact and he turned around and started walking away. To this day I will state that it was pure luck that I hit him.
Well, I was so shaken up by the charge that I shot at him six times with my Ruger Single Six...and missed every time!
I did not use the rifle as there was a case caught in the action. I had to reload the Ruger and go into the weeds to find him. He was dead by then...but I made sure.Dallas Jack
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One summer my wife and I were visiting my folks at their lake cabin. One night I went out back to take out the garbage and heard a hissing coming from my right. I shined the light on it and there stood the biggest coon I've ever seen. He was standing on his back legs with his front legs raised in the air. Hissing at me. We looked at each other for a few seconds and both took off in oppisite directions.
fbrown333@suddenlink
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Bad dogs
I was at an inlaws birthday party when a neighbor came speeding up on his four wheeler and said that a couple dogs had my nephew in laws goat in the creek. I jumped on the back of the four wheeler and rode to where the problem was and sure enough two dogs had the goat waist deep in the creek. Now I am not one to just shoot first and ask later but this goat was a family pet. When I saw the dog go for the goat I fired! The other dog beat a hasty retreat. I ended up in court to testify because the owner of the one dog tried to sue my nephew in law. Long story short the lady not my nephew in law had to pay for the vet bills ($500.00
)and the court cost .
I was at an inlaws birthday party when a neighbor came speeding up on his four wheeler and said that a couple dogs had my nephew in laws goat in the creek. I jumped on the back of the four wheeler and rode to where the problem was and sure enough two dogs had the goat waist deep in the creek. Now I am not one to just shoot first and ask later but this goat was a family pet. When I saw the dog go for the goat I fired! The other dog beat a hasty retreat. I ended up in court to testify because the owner of the one dog tried to sue my nephew in law. Long story short the lady not my nephew in law had to pay for the vet bills ($500.00
)and the court cost .freakintoguns
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i was joggin around my neighborhood (kinda in the stcks) and got attacked by a Pitbull. all i had was a razorblade knife, but that was enough to cut the dog up pretty good before he could get any goo dbites on me. it ran off and i booked it home and called animal control. didnt hear anything after that
Several months after buying my G17, I was taking a drive when I saw a rodent run from a woodpile in a field into a culvert that crossed the road in front of me. I stopped the truck, and Glock in hand, approached the culvert. I squatted down and peered into the darkness....only to be charged by a vicious male woodchuck! I presented my weapon and fired 12 FMJs into the kamikaze quadraped's body (all the while dancing backwards and to the right to avoid having my feet chewed off). I was dumbfounded when the woodchuck continued to run back to the woodpile seemingly unphased, until I shot him 3 more times in head. Since that day, I do not leave the house without some type of bullet that expands!
(When I took the pix, I put my Glock and size 12 boot next to it for scale)
I presented my weapon and fired 12 FMJs into the kamikaze quadraped's body (all the while dancing backwards and to the right to avoid having my feet chewed off). I was dumbfounded when the woodchuck continued to run back to the woodpile seemingly unphased, until I shot him 3 more times in head. Since that day, I do not leave the house without some type of bullet that expands! (When I took the pix, I put my Glock and size 12 boot next to it for scale)
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My outdoor confrontation....
It was very late when I was about to pump some gas in a gas station once (outdoors!) when a really bent crackhead started demanding that I give him 50 cents. I said "no." He kept at it, getting closer and closer and more and more angry. I pointed the nozzle at him and said that I had $10.00 of premium for his face if he didn't back the fxxk away from me. He did. That was my "outdoor" almost-attack.
Within a week, I was busy getting my carry permit. Also, being of modest means, gas costs too much nowadays for me to spray it anywhere other than into my tank.
It was very late when I was about to pump some gas in a gas station once (outdoors!) when a really bent crackhead started demanding that I give him 50 cents. I said "no." He kept at it, getting closer and closer and more and more angry. I pointed the nozzle at him and said that I had $10.00 of premium for his face if he didn't back the fxxk away from me. He did. That was my "outdoor" almost-attack.
Within a week, I was busy getting my carry permit. Also, being of modest means, gas costs too much nowadays for me to spray it anywhere other than into my tank.
I was attacked by something small and fast in the grass from about three feet away as I walked the edge of a woods 5 or 6 years ago. I danced around as I looked and swung my 10/22 into action thinking rabid cat or something but saw nothing moving. Then I saw it, a rabbit, dead. Must've startled it but it ran into me instead of away and broke it's neck when it hit my leg. I eat everything I get but that one was too stupid, couldn't eat it.
I live on 40 acres surrounded, hole-in-the-donut fashion, by another man's 900 acres. Because my boundaries are internal fences, my neighbor does not maintain them (nor do I) and his cattle roam my land freely. When I hike my land, something I do frequently as a marijuana patrol, I occasionally encounter aggressive, barely domesticated bulls. I have twice used gunfire to convince a bull to leave me alone. I have also driven of an aggressive pit bull. Since my first encounter armed with only a .22, I have always carried a .45ACP or .44mag even if I also carry the .22.
MY wife and I were in a very remote area when an old pick-up truck pulled in behind my vehicle and blocked us in. I thought at first he might need directions or help so I waved hello as he got out of the truck. He did not wave back, was wearing a single action six shooter, and just stared at us. This was at about an hour or 2 before sundown and just before we planned to leave. Who drives into a remote area at that time? And there was nothing but room to park in unlimited other areas. He just stood there staring and I just had the idea he was going to pull his gun. I turned sideways so he could then see I was carrying a Colt Trooper. I saw him look at the gun and he got into the truck and drove away. We were just young kids of 22 years and the next day I bought my first rifle. My gut feeling was if we did not have a weapon we would never be heard from again. It was the only time while in the woods that a wave was not returned.
Another time I was walking alone in the deep woods when out of no where five large dogs ran towards me and circled me growling. I could not keep my eyes on all of them but the ones that circled my rear were starting to lunge at my calves. I drew my Colt Trooper and was about to shoot the large shepard at my back when at the sound of the hammer cocking they all ran away. I would have hated to shoot any dog but I REALLY felt my life was in danger. There were no roads or people for miles around.
Another time I was walking alone in the deep woods when out of no where five large dogs ran towards me and circled me growling. I could not keep my eyes on all of them but the ones that circled my rear were starting to lunge at my calves. I drew my Colt Trooper and was about to shoot the large shepard at my back when at the sound of the hammer cocking they all ran away. I would have hated to shoot any dog but I REALLY felt my life was in danger. There were no roads or people for miles around.
We have had close encounters with bears over the years camping around in the Boundary Waters area in upper Minnesota, but the most dangerous encounter we have had was camping and hiking the Humboldts in Nevada.
We were at the peak at Hole in the Mountain Nevada in a small campsite. The drive up was incredible and we planned to camp the night and then go on a day hike in the AM. Well, we were the only ones up there until this beater pickumup comes into the camp area and parks in the site next to us. My wife was about to get the burgers out to cook over the fire and we thought all was well. The neighbors turned out to be a self described renegade Mormon sometmes cowboy, his beat up black eyed girlfriend and her mentally challenged son. They all wanted to be friendly and have our cook out together and all, but I noticed that they had no camping gear. Well, the cowboy and the teenager asked me if I knew the area and that there was a fantastic beaver dam to see about 3/4 mile from camp and they wanted me to go see it with them.Not the women (my wife and the beat up girlfriend). I declined and we began to prepare our meal but they did not, and they kept insisting that I should take this hike with them. I smelled the rat and then went into our van and came out with my sadly departed Combat Commander and suggested that instead we could target shoot right from camp. I asked if they had a gun and they said no, and then they lost interest in the hike and cookout and left. We spent the night there (uneasy as can be) and then left iin the AM...no hike.
We were at the peak at Hole in the Mountain Nevada in a small campsite. The drive up was incredible and we planned to camp the night and then go on a day hike in the AM. Well, we were the only ones up there until this beater pickumup comes into the camp area and parks in the site next to us. My wife was about to get the burgers out to cook over the fire and we thought all was well. The neighbors turned out to be a self described renegade Mormon sometmes cowboy, his beat up black eyed girlfriend and her mentally challenged son. They all wanted to be friendly and have our cook out together and all, but I noticed that they had no camping gear. Well, the cowboy and the teenager asked me if I knew the area and that there was a fantastic beaver dam to see about 3/4 mile from camp and they wanted me to go see it with them.Not the women (my wife and the beat up girlfriend). I declined and we began to prepare our meal but they did not, and they kept insisting that I should take this hike with them. I smelled the rat and then went into our van and came out with my sadly departed Combat Commander and suggested that instead we could target shoot right from camp. I asked if they had a gun and they said no, and then they lost interest in the hike and cookout and left. We spent the night there (uneasy as can be) and then left iin the AM...no hike.
Renegade skunk!
Many years ago my dog and I were taking an after dinner walk in an open space area down the street from my house. There was some moonlight and my dog, a big golden retreaver was running around off leash. He was on a knoll, about 60 yards away when I saw that he was being chased by a skunk, we had a lot of skunks around there. My dog ran in a big semi circle with the skunk chasing him, about 80 yards when the dog ran by me and the skunk decided that I looked slower than the dog and started running towards me. I ran about 20 yards and decided enough was enough. I pulled my S&W mod. 19, aimed as well as I could in the dark and let her have it. The muzzle flash from the .357 blinded me for moment but when I could see again I had missed and the fearless little skunk was up on it's hind legs and coming after me like a little bear! For the second shot I had a bigger and closer target, I didn't miss on the second shot.
I don't know if the skunk was rabid or if it was a mother protecting her young but it sure was agressive.
Many years ago my dog and I were taking an after dinner walk in an open space area down the street from my house. There was some moonlight and my dog, a big golden retreaver was running around off leash. He was on a knoll, about 60 yards away when I saw that he was being chased by a skunk, we had a lot of skunks around there. My dog ran in a big semi circle with the skunk chasing him, about 80 yards when the dog ran by me and the skunk decided that I looked slower than the dog and started running towards me. I ran about 20 yards and decided enough was enough. I pulled my S&W mod. 19, aimed as well as I could in the dark and let her have it. The muzzle flash from the .357 blinded me for moment but when I could see again I had missed and the fearless little skunk was up on it's hind legs and coming after me like a little bear! For the second shot I had a bigger and closer target, I didn't miss on the second shot.
I don't know if the skunk was rabid or if it was a mother protecting her young but it sure was agressive.