dukeofurl
Member
Let me open this story with a few curse words: GOD ????ING DAMNIT!
Thats better. Now this is not the story where 3 bad guys ambush me while I'm pumping gas. That seems to be the usual self defense scenario that is practiced.
I went out with the guys - met them at the bar at Chilis. We took Kill Bill Volume 2 over to a friends place and watched it over a 6 pack of Amber Bock.
Went to dennys for a late night breakfast. I left there a bit after 5AM.
????, I've got a semi-flat tire. I'll fix it when I get home which isnt too far away.
I get home and I'm grabbing all my stuff, cellphone, et al. I open the door and the first thing that happens is I see this furry looking creature getting ready to stroll up to my door. I slam the door shut and instinctively grab my 45 I keep in the glovebox. I cant take it once around the block - because I might make it halfway there and with my luck the damn tire would go completely flat.
Now, some situational awareness here - Its 5:30 AM. I'm in my car in my driveway holding a 45 that is cocked, unlocked, and unchambered. My first order of business: LOAD THE GODDAMN GUN! Many people seem to underestimate that this part is the first thing that comes to mind. Its not as fast as most people who carry without a round chambered make it to be.
So I'm watching this dog stroll around my car several times, walk between the other cars in the driveway and right up to my front door. ????ing hell.
I do some fast thinking: This dog could be rabid, could be infected with some other horrible human disease, or could just be a stray walking around. Seeing that I'm a gun owner and thus hope for the best, plan for the worst - I stuck the Para between the gearshift and my front seat as I reached for my phone.
"911 - what is your emergency?"
"Is animal control emergency?"
"No, call them at this number"
*click*
*dialing*
"Hi this is animal control! We're not open right now! If this is an emergency call 911."
"Great."
*dialing*
"911 - what is your emergency?"
"Listen, I dont think this is too high on your priority list but there's a dog thats circling my car and the outside of my residence. I dont want to get out of my car in fear of bodily injury/rabies/etc... and I do have a gun in the glove compartment. I want to get inside my home but if this dog takes a run at me, I'm gonna have to drop him.
"Can you tell what kind of dog it is?"
"Its 5:30AM and my headlights only go one way - thats kinda hard right now."
"Ok, sit tight and we'll send an officer out. It may be a few minutes.
"Well thats easy for you to say, you dont need to go to the bathroom!"
So that was 5:27AM. I roll down the window and try to listen for movement. I hear the pitter-patter of paws on asphalt and look in my rearview mirror to see that the dog is making another round.
At this point I realize I'm a ????ing wuss. I look at my watch. 5:45AM. I wonder how long it would take for the county to send ANYBODY out if I call back and say "No need for service, I just shot the little furry bastard" - and then deal with the deluge of "shots fired" calls. Too bad discharging a firearm in city limits is a municipal offense, otherwise I'd take matters into my own hands.
So its now 5:55AM. Completley pitch dark out and my view of the front door is obscured by bushes and I'm basically walking blindly. I decide to leave the headlights on and take the para to see if I can make my way IN the house and away from the possible threat. I sweep inbetween the cars, nothing. In front of the cars, nothing. My para is in my strong hand with my weak hand holding my keys.
I manage to evade the elusive cannine thus far. I pie the corner to the right and walk up to my front door.
Pitch ????ing black. Damn. The para is at the ready. I walk up and see nothing. I walk to the front door - and I feel a bump. The dog is right between my legs. he darted out of the way and I made my way to the front door. I'm fumbling with my keys at this point. Some of the lights from the car bounced off the wall of the house so I could see the animals eyes about 5 feet away from me as my back is against the wall.
My Para is leveled at the 2 glowing green orbs. Oh I wish I had night sights, that would have made pointing a LOT easier. I'm staring at the dog and he's staring at me. My heart is in my throat and I said to myself - If this thing takes one step towards me, permanent hearing loss and city ordinances be dammed; I'm going to shoot this mother????er. What seemed like hours only took seconds. The dog turned his head and walked away. I fumbled with my keys and got into the house.
At this point a family member wakes up and he's seeing me close the door while I'm weilding a 45 at almost 6 in the morning. I tell him to grab my Benelli 12 gauge shotgun out of the closet and when the cops show up to let me know.
I pay a well overdue visit to the bathroom. Naturally my cell phone rings while I'm in there. Its animal control. Note: Time from initial call to callback is approximately 30 minutes.
I find out they do not respond to these calls at 6AM and that they have 2 officers covering a municipal area of 1,018 square miles at 6AM. Yay for municipal spending!
They tell me that since I made it inside I'm no longer on their priority list. Call back at 7AM, one hour for those of us who werent watching the clock - if the dog comes back.
Lessons learned:
Night sights. HAVE THEM.
Flashlights. HAVE THEM TOO!
Cell phones are great.
Have a plan.
Have a backup plan.
Keep the damn gun loaded.
Thats better. Now this is not the story where 3 bad guys ambush me while I'm pumping gas. That seems to be the usual self defense scenario that is practiced.
I went out with the guys - met them at the bar at Chilis. We took Kill Bill Volume 2 over to a friends place and watched it over a 6 pack of Amber Bock.
Went to dennys for a late night breakfast. I left there a bit after 5AM.
????, I've got a semi-flat tire. I'll fix it when I get home which isnt too far away.
I get home and I'm grabbing all my stuff, cellphone, et al. I open the door and the first thing that happens is I see this furry looking creature getting ready to stroll up to my door. I slam the door shut and instinctively grab my 45 I keep in the glovebox. I cant take it once around the block - because I might make it halfway there and with my luck the damn tire would go completely flat.
Now, some situational awareness here - Its 5:30 AM. I'm in my car in my driveway holding a 45 that is cocked, unlocked, and unchambered. My first order of business: LOAD THE GODDAMN GUN! Many people seem to underestimate that this part is the first thing that comes to mind. Its not as fast as most people who carry without a round chambered make it to be.
So I'm watching this dog stroll around my car several times, walk between the other cars in the driveway and right up to my front door. ????ing hell.
I do some fast thinking: This dog could be rabid, could be infected with some other horrible human disease, or could just be a stray walking around. Seeing that I'm a gun owner and thus hope for the best, plan for the worst - I stuck the Para between the gearshift and my front seat as I reached for my phone.
"911 - what is your emergency?"
"Is animal control emergency?"
"No, call them at this number"
*click*
*dialing*
"Hi this is animal control! We're not open right now! If this is an emergency call 911."
"Great."
*dialing*
"911 - what is your emergency?"
"Listen, I dont think this is too high on your priority list but there's a dog thats circling my car and the outside of my residence. I dont want to get out of my car in fear of bodily injury/rabies/etc... and I do have a gun in the glove compartment. I want to get inside my home but if this dog takes a run at me, I'm gonna have to drop him.
"Can you tell what kind of dog it is?"
"Its 5:30AM and my headlights only go one way - thats kinda hard right now."
"Ok, sit tight and we'll send an officer out. It may be a few minutes.
"Well thats easy for you to say, you dont need to go to the bathroom!"
So that was 5:27AM. I roll down the window and try to listen for movement. I hear the pitter-patter of paws on asphalt and look in my rearview mirror to see that the dog is making another round.
At this point I realize I'm a ????ing wuss. I look at my watch. 5:45AM. I wonder how long it would take for the county to send ANYBODY out if I call back and say "No need for service, I just shot the little furry bastard" - and then deal with the deluge of "shots fired" calls. Too bad discharging a firearm in city limits is a municipal offense, otherwise I'd take matters into my own hands.
So its now 5:55AM. Completley pitch dark out and my view of the front door is obscured by bushes and I'm basically walking blindly. I decide to leave the headlights on and take the para to see if I can make my way IN the house and away from the possible threat. I sweep inbetween the cars, nothing. In front of the cars, nothing. My para is in my strong hand with my weak hand holding my keys.
I manage to evade the elusive cannine thus far. I pie the corner to the right and walk up to my front door.
Pitch ????ing black. Damn. The para is at the ready. I walk up and see nothing. I walk to the front door - and I feel a bump. The dog is right between my legs. he darted out of the way and I made my way to the front door. I'm fumbling with my keys at this point. Some of the lights from the car bounced off the wall of the house so I could see the animals eyes about 5 feet away from me as my back is against the wall.
My Para is leveled at the 2 glowing green orbs. Oh I wish I had night sights, that would have made pointing a LOT easier. I'm staring at the dog and he's staring at me. My heart is in my throat and I said to myself - If this thing takes one step towards me, permanent hearing loss and city ordinances be dammed; I'm going to shoot this mother????er. What seemed like hours only took seconds. The dog turned his head and walked away. I fumbled with my keys and got into the house.
At this point a family member wakes up and he's seeing me close the door while I'm weilding a 45 at almost 6 in the morning. I tell him to grab my Benelli 12 gauge shotgun out of the closet and when the cops show up to let me know.
I pay a well overdue visit to the bathroom. Naturally my cell phone rings while I'm in there. Its animal control. Note: Time from initial call to callback is approximately 30 minutes.
I find out they do not respond to these calls at 6AM and that they have 2 officers covering a municipal area of 1,018 square miles at 6AM. Yay for municipal spending!
They tell me that since I made it inside I'm no longer on their priority list. Call back at 7AM, one hour for those of us who werent watching the clock - if the dog comes back.
Lessons learned:
Night sights. HAVE THEM.
Flashlights. HAVE THEM TOO!
Cell phones are great.
Have a plan.
Have a backup plan.
Keep the damn gun loaded.