Always prepare for the worst

It is best to be prepared (assuming your local and state governments allow you to be armed). My uncle was attached by a group of wild dogs once, far away from a road. Luckily, he had a 22-caliber pistol on him and shot them until they scattered.
 
It is best to be prepared (assuming your local and state governments allow you to be armed). My uncle was attached by a group of wild dogs once, far away from a road. Luckily, he had a 22-caliber pistol on him and shot them until they scattered.
Were I the sarcastic sort, I'd comment that some dear soul complained to the sheriff the next day that someone shot his dog without a reason. His poor animal, that would never harm anyone, suffered a gunshot wound.

I do find that people often excuse their dogs though they are neither trained nor restrained. I was set upon on several occasions by people walking their dog along an urban river where I was fishing. The dogs rushed at me, barking aggressively while their ears were laid back and they adopted an attack stance. Almost always, the owners would shout out, "He won't bite! He won't bite!" Whether the dog was harmless or not, I was placed in a most uncomfortable position that assuredly distracted from fishing.
 
My new neighbors have two labs, by all accounts they appear to be friendly. I had my dogs on leashes walking them in my back yard. And the neighbors had theirs staked out in their back yard, one of the labs spotted my dogs and charged full force enough to pull the screw-in stake out of the ground. Luckily his spike & cable got tangled in a bush and he came to an abrupt stop mere feet from me and my dogs. It may have been just wanting to play but I already grabbed up a little 4 prong mulch rake ready to sink it in his noggin should he jump on myself or my dog. The man’s son wrangled him back to their yard quickly.
 
Back when I had my little place near Flagstaff, off grid and twenty plus miles from town, my recreation was shooting feral dogs.

Bordering the Rez there were lots of those critters. Had a neighbor that got stuck in the snow one night and she decided to walk home. Dogs harassed her all the way. Being a New York Hippie she was against shooting them and wouldn’t own a gun. I ended up performing surgery on one of her pet llamas, another night, that got attacked by feral dogs. Ended up removing one testicle and sewing up its underside by truck light.

All I’ll say is, Stupid is as stupid does.

Vince
 
When I lived i Nevada, it was a seven mile drive to work at the airport. About a quaret mile or so from the work was a trailer house that kept a pack of three or four dogs that would chase cars and I believe would attck a person on foot. I was driving a VW bus at the time and during the summer would have all the windows pen and the sliding side door as well. The dog pack was led by a Husky with one brown and one blue eye and he was meaner that strychnine. By bus was giving me the usual VW problems and has blown a valve on the left rear of the engine so I wasn't moving very fast one summer afternoon going in for the swing shift. That she dog actually got into the open slider and I stopped and shot her point blank with the .22 pistol I had with me. She jumped back off and ran out into the desert. Didn't see her for quite a while but did have a more powerful handgun with me after that. A few weeks later she's not only back but tried to get back into the bus but I'd had the motor fixed so no luck. Next day on the was to work I drove slowly by or this time I had a 12 gauge shotgun loaded with some number two shot. The she devil dog did not survive the encounter. Neither did a couple of he partners in crime. They always worried me and some of my co-workers who were new to western and desert living having gotten their jobs working in cities. I helped making shooters out of most of them. Always worried that the owned of that pack would raise hell about me shooting them but never heard a word.

We do have a pit bull problem in my neighborhood but here I'm always armed in some manner. One funny incident happened when I was out getting the the mail. Part of my job wen I worked was going outside and checking sky/weather conditions for the hourly report. I usually did that from force of habit when I got my mail. One day as I reached the mail box, I stopped, looked up and rounf the horizon like I always did when something hit the joint behind my knee.
Next thing I knew was I had turned around and had my gun drawn pointing at the prettiest bird dog you'd ever want to see. Scared the holy bejesus out of the old man who was walking the dogs. He had a matched pair. We talked for a while. Said he was in poor health and was worried about what would happen to his dogs. I told him if he couldn't find someone that I'd take them in and he agreed to that. He passed about six months later and I found out his son had the dogs put down. I damn near punched him in the mouth when he told me. Some people don't deserve to be born.
Paul B.
 
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