Guns AREN'T made for warning shots. You pull the trigger, make that shot count.
It's my gun, I'll do what I damned well please with it.
O daym. I can imagine walkin all blade out like that LoL Be all Mr. Hung Cun Fooie LOL But na, I seen Raiders of the Lost Ark....the gun wins everytime
Guns AREN'T made for warning shots. You pull the trigger, make that shot count.
Wolfwood, I wish I had boots on. Cuz the next mornin...my toes was hurtin from all the kicking I had to do LoL.
Ya, your right. Hell, now that I think about it, it's been a long time since ive had to kick somethin in order to protect my self. I guess I was more focused on not getting bit whilest I kicked lolDon't land the shots with your toes. Hit with the ball of your foot or the heel. Never the toes.
Don't land the shots with your toes. Hit with the ball of your foot or the heel. Never the toes.
Sorry to hear you had to put up with that sort of BS. Im glad the problem is solved. As Im firing at the range, looking up law.....I think of what grain and type of bullet to use.....There is so much bad that can come of a pass thru/stray bullet. I want a bullet that can mushroom good and stay with in what I am shooting at. I can see you did not really wanna shoot the dog despite its agression. Lucky dog. I'm also glad that warning shot stayed in the ground. I imagine the sand absorbed the .45 round safly.People across the street had a Pit. That thing was people and dog aggressive. He jumped us while I was walking my dogs in my front yard, the owner waded in and broke it up before it got bloody. ( I had my hands full with two 100# LabraMutts and one 65# Pit on leashes tryin' to defend me ) Told the owner then she best get that shit under control. Next eve'nin I came home, went to the mailbox, damned Pit started after me. I told him he didn't want no part of me, he kept comin', I had walked half way back to my house, stupid dog was fixin' to charge, I put one .45 round into the sandy ground three feet in front of him. 'Tween the shower of sand and the concussion, he cut ruts in the grass GTFO of there. I called HCSO, deputy showed up an asked if I missed, told him wasn't gonna just shoot the dog. He said that's the only way you're gonna get rid of him. He went over and had a prayer meeting with the owner, never saw that dog again.
Ever since that, I have made it a point to be armed when outside with my dogs. I don't think I would pop a dog immediately, but I would put one in the ground if I could safely. If not, it's the attacker's bad luck, 'cause ain't nothing gonna chew on my dogs if I can stop it.
Aaaaa back in the day...I liked to do tricks with my bike. Being so...any dog that got near me while I was on my bike would be greated with the axle of my rear tire. But that sure is funny TrailDust "sat on the grass and watched us ride by evrey day after that". Some dogs do learn. Even the old onesReminds me of a time as a kid in San Antonio and riding home from school with my best friend Kenny. This same damn dog chased after us every day, until he got too close one day and Kenny used the heel of his boot and kicked the dog in the face. Damn dog sat on the grass and watched us ride by every day after that. That was Kenny's advice, "Always kick with your heel."