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I heard a crazy story from my brother last night.
Last week he ran into the local animal control officer (near Austin, TX) and she said a pack of wild dogs had been killing the shetland ponies owned by the folks next door.
Fast forward to late that night when he awoke to hear a dog ruckus. He grabbed his S&W .44Mag, a pair of pants (couldn't find a working flashlight) and headed out to the truck. Splashing the next door pasture with the headlights, he spotted 8 dogs literally tearing a new one on a shetland pony--the sort of orifice you could toss a football through. The poor animal was still alive and up on it's feet in spite of the fact that it was missing most of what should be aft of the ribcage.
So, my brother (who hasn't met the neighbors yet), starts walking bullets towards them--they don't pay attention until he's blasting dirt onto them--and they finally bug out. He hopped back into the truck, ran home for more ammo (grabbed a 1911 as well) and hotfooted it over to the neighbor's place. Two women are there; the husband is out of town on business. My brother gives them a ten word account and tells them to meet him back at the scene of the crime.
The dogs are back and are latched onto a second pony. He tries to move them off with a couple of shots, then goes for blood, scoring 2 for 2 hits with the Model29 at 50ft (blood and fur) before they bolt.
Thirteen ponies in three weeks! He's borrowed a .222 bolt gun with a scope on it, upgraded his flashlight gear and has been lurking at the edge of his field nightly for the past four days with his girlfriend, waiting for them to come back. He's a little smarter now and isn't going out without company and some spare magazines. No more hopping fences to get in closer.
The neighbor had them over for supper last night. He suggested they buy a night vision scope and rifle, but they don't want too--you'd think the cost would easily outweigh the loss of just one of their show ponies.
Ty
Last week he ran into the local animal control officer (near Austin, TX) and she said a pack of wild dogs had been killing the shetland ponies owned by the folks next door.
Fast forward to late that night when he awoke to hear a dog ruckus. He grabbed his S&W .44Mag, a pair of pants (couldn't find a working flashlight) and headed out to the truck. Splashing the next door pasture with the headlights, he spotted 8 dogs literally tearing a new one on a shetland pony--the sort of orifice you could toss a football through. The poor animal was still alive and up on it's feet in spite of the fact that it was missing most of what should be aft of the ribcage.
So, my brother (who hasn't met the neighbors yet), starts walking bullets towards them--they don't pay attention until he's blasting dirt onto them--and they finally bug out. He hopped back into the truck, ran home for more ammo (grabbed a 1911 as well) and hotfooted it over to the neighbor's place. Two women are there; the husband is out of town on business. My brother gives them a ten word account and tells them to meet him back at the scene of the crime.
The dogs are back and are latched onto a second pony. He tries to move them off with a couple of shots, then goes for blood, scoring 2 for 2 hits with the Model29 at 50ft (blood and fur) before they bolt.
Thirteen ponies in three weeks! He's borrowed a .222 bolt gun with a scope on it, upgraded his flashlight gear and has been lurking at the edge of his field nightly for the past four days with his girlfriend, waiting for them to come back. He's a little smarter now and isn't going out without company and some spare magazines. No more hopping fences to get in closer.
The neighbor had them over for supper last night. He suggested they buy a night vision scope and rifle, but they don't want too--you'd think the cost would easily outweigh the loss of just one of their show ponies.
Ty
