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I was 17 years old hunting squirrel in my great grandparents woods when I was suddenly the focus of 5 dogs...none of which I recognized as dogs from surrounding farms. 2 of the five were advancing on me with ears back, teeth bared and growling. I hollared at them and threw sticks at them to which they paid no mind. At about 20 ft the lead dog caught a load of 6 shot in the face and the next in line caught a load broadside ending his day as well. The others bugged out after all that. And for the last 46 years it's been my habit to never go afield without a firearm. I've never had another brush with aggressive animals but I've had a few run ins with 2 legged trespassers that thought they didn't need permission to hunt our families land. They were mistaken. Today my arm of choice is a Taurus Raging Judge 513. If the 3" Winchester PDX1 doesn't take care of it the 454 Casull will. I don't know if it's the soldier in me or the boy scout that came before but being prepared is a matter of choice. As is unprepared. I choose the former whenever possible. My prayers go out to the man in the story. Apparently he learned the same lesson I learned long ago... unfortunately for him, the hard way.
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