I left my carry gun on my desk.

With the wisdom of hindsight (and old age) THAT is when it always happens!

Many years ago, now, I was the target of an attack by feral dogs. I was carrying; and, if I hadn't been, I very much doubt that I'd be typing this reply right now.

Back in 2008 I was on my way out of the house at around 9:00 o'clock at night; I wanted to dump the household garbage in our farm dumpster, located about 75-80 yards away. As I walked out the door carrying the black plastic garbage bag, I saw my pistol on the shelf over my desk. I was torn between just plain leaving it there, or putting down the garbage bag and walking all the way across the room to get it. What to do? What to do?

So, because I'm old enough to know better, I put down the garbage and walked across the room (and back) to pick up my pistol. Then it was off, across the field, to the dumpster. Where I walked right up on two members of an infamous New York City street gang who were busily dumping numerous 10 gallon buckets of methamphetamine manufacturing waste into our farm dumpster.

I won't bore anybody with the details of what happened next. (I've already posted, at least, twice about this event, anyway.) If it hadn't been for that pistol though, once again, I doubt that I'd be typing this reply as well. The moral of these two stories is,

DON'T LEAVE HOME WITHOUT 'BABY'!

 

Note that he at least has his trigger finger properly extended and away from where the trigger would be. We have seen anto gun Senators and Representatives handle actual weapons in session with fingers on trigger and weapon pointed at people.

 

I think we can scratch one off the need to kill list

 

Good job. Them yotes needed killin.

 

When I moved out to the woods 25 years ago lion and coyote were the least of my problems. I ended up shooting a number for feral dogs Idiots turned loose during hunting season when they came out from the city.

 

Wish those idiots could become buzzard bait since their dogs have killed many birds just for fun when they come in. Varmints just take one each time when they come in.

 

I live on the edge of a city of ~100,000, but still close enough to the edge, that I easily hear the coyotes at night, whenever it's nice enough weather to have the windows open.
About 2 years ago, heading into work one morning (about half an hour before dawn), on a 4-lane divided road (center median with trees & grass), I spotted what I first thought was a stray dog, loping along in the opposite lanes (though in the same direction as I was going). Got closer, and realized it was one of our local coyotes! I slowed down a bit, for a better look, and as I passed, I swear, that sumb**ch looked over at me, as if to say, "Hey, nice morning, isn't it?"