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20 gauge vs dog pack
allen griggs
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I was building my Mom a log cabin up in the mountains, she wanted to get out of Atlanta. I had the house dried in and my parents would come up on the weekend and have a picnic. One day the neighbor came up and said that his little Pomeranian had been killed by a dog pack. He looked out and saw a 4 dog pack, led by an ugly dark brown chow. He saw the blood dripping from the chow's jaws. This guy is from Atlanta, too. The neighbor and my parents were talking about, call animal control, call the sheriff, call the authorities. I told them, you are in the country now. Get a gun and if that pack comes back, kill that chow. These city people could not understand. Every day when I went up to work I brought my little dog, Brandy, with me. She is a little blue tick Beagle, about 30 lbs. I knew she wouldn't stand a chance against this pack of killers. Another neighbor came over and told me that pack with the dark brown chow was going into his yard and killing chickens. I thought, "What a bunch of wimps." I got my Dad's 20 gauge, which he had already moved to the new house and put into a closet. All he had was #8 quail shot. I knew that at close range it would work. I patterened that gun, it was 6 inches low at 30 feet.I kept that gun by the front door while I worked all day, locked and loaded. I thought about just leaving my dog at home, but she loved to go up there and be with me, and I thought I might be able to do the area a favor.My sister often went up there to visit my Mom at the picnics, and I figured that a dog that would kill a Pomeranian might kill my sister's little 3 year old girl. About 4 days later I saw the pack coming through the woods, led by a dark brown chow. None of the dogs had collars. Brandy saw the killers and she scampered under my Nissan pickup.The brown chow would jump at the truck and then back off. He was trying to flush Brandy out from the truck, but Brandy was right under the transmission and the chow could not get to her. I waited till the chow was clear of the truck. I aimed one inch above the chow's back and pulled the rear trigger. It blew the dog down to the ground. The dog didn't make a sound, but did wiggle a little, so I gave him the other barrel. Turn out the lights. Range, about 30 feet. I threw that dog into my truck and drove about a half mile to a brier patch that was 100 ft. wide. I picked up the dog by the hind legs and gave a couple of spins, like a discus thrower. He landed in the middle of the patch. I went back and washed all the blood from the truck bed. I didn't tell anyone, I figured that anyone too wimpy to do the shooting didn't deserve to know.
"Not as deep as a well, or as wide as a church door, but it is enough."
Edited by - allen griggs on 08/19/2002 15:39:09
"Not as deep as a well, or as wide as a church door, but it is enough."
Edited by - allen griggs on 08/19/2002 15:39:09
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A great rifle with a junk scope,....is junk.
Guns only have two enemies: Rust and Liberals....
Eric S. Williams
"Not as deep as a well, or as wide as a church door, but it is enough."
always be dangerous. It's too bad about that Pomeranian, but it could have been worse. Those dogs are going to run all the deer too!
Bartman
One bunch got on the Santa Fe tracks and a freight train got about 15 head. That was early spring, but by the time the lawyers got around to trying to settle (instead of dodging) it was late summer. They wanted dad to dig them up. Judge had better sense. Thing lawyers didn't notice was that the dead calves kept gaining weight like the live ones!
One of the others, a Hereford-Angus cross (black body, white face) got out on US60 which had just been paved, no lines painted, moonless night. Highway patrol sergeant in NEW Chevy cruiser was headed down road trying to find out what was going on when came up behind the calf, who turned and charged.
Highway patrol sergent in no longer new (or running) cruiser was on radio and every unit in 100 mile radius was headed our way.
Wild dogs mean target practice!
Wild Turkey"if your only tool is a hammer, you tend to see every problem as a nail"