retiredman
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Sharing a story:
My wife and I went camping in the mountains in California. We went to a place named Kennedy Meadows.
Kennedy Meadows is where people do deer hunting and camp. Elevation --- High.
It was like 106 in the valley and we wanted to be cool, and it was -- like down to the 20's at night.
I decided to take our little chihuahua for a walk so as a precaution I put on my Ruger P90 in a holster in case I should run into a wild animal.
While walking through the campground with my dog on a leash, a full size German Shepard spotted us and came running at us.
The dog lunged at my dog and I gave a yank and lifted my dog up and at the same time kicked the other dog as hard as I could in the side.
The owner came running out of the campground yelling -- why the F! did you kick my dog.
At that point I turned and faced him and put my hand down next to my fire arm and told him -- Keep your dog on a leash and it won't get kicked. I told him he was lucky I didn't shoot his dog.
His face turned real white and then said -- Hey man I'm sorry.
I could tell by his walking he had been drinking and I was concerned, but he took his dog and left.
I continued walking with no more incidents.
I am glad that I had a fire arm with me, and glad it went no further.
Just sharing.
My wife and I went camping in the mountains in California. We went to a place named Kennedy Meadows.
Kennedy Meadows is where people do deer hunting and camp. Elevation --- High.
It was like 106 in the valley and we wanted to be cool, and it was -- like down to the 20's at night.
I decided to take our little chihuahua for a walk so as a precaution I put on my Ruger P90 in a holster in case I should run into a wild animal.
While walking through the campground with my dog on a leash, a full size German Shepard spotted us and came running at us.
The dog lunged at my dog and I gave a yank and lifted my dog up and at the same time kicked the other dog as hard as I could in the side.
The owner came running out of the campground yelling -- why the F! did you kick my dog.
At that point I turned and faced him and put my hand down next to my fire arm and told him -- Keep your dog on a leash and it won't get kicked. I told him he was lucky I didn't shoot his dog.
His face turned real white and then said -- Hey man I'm sorry.
I could tell by his walking he had been drinking and I was concerned, but he took his dog and left.
I continued walking with no more incidents.
I am glad that I had a fire arm with me, and glad it went no further.
Just sharing.