One night the dogs started making a heck of a ruckus--barking, screaming and cussing--and I went sailing out of the house with only my P7 about my person. When I finally had a clear shot in the midst of a bunch of beserk dogs, I thought I nailed a bobcat.
Not so, Red Ryder. Turned out to be the biggest porcupine to ever wander up out of Palo Duro Canyon. Cost me a small fortune in vet bills to get the dogs repaired.
Got dispatched to a prowler call one afternoon. I was wandering around someones back forty, when I came nose-to-ugly with a feral hog. He puffed up, and stomped a couple of steps towards me, so I promptly nailed him twice with the afore-mentioned 9mm P7.
We then had a quick race to the nearest
bois d'arc tree.
Lest ye Unbelievers point out the the Wimpiness of my beloved P7, I should point out that my back-up was a DPS Trooper carrying a SIG P220 in .45 ACP. He came looking for me, found me and the hog, laughed his butt off, made some tacky comments, centered the hog with a Black Talon--and promptly got chased onto a woodshed.
The hog finally got bored and wandered off after about 20 minutes.
LawDog
[This message has been edited by LawDog (edited August 17, 2000).]