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How I nearly paid the ultimate price to save a few bucks on cheap ammo
I was out walking some local fields just to get out. As always I was carrying a 16 hand made bowie on my left hip, my .22 ruger single six on my right. The walking went uneventful until I was heading home.
I was walking along a old 4-weeler path when I herd a rustle in the bushes at first I thought I had spooked a deer, but it dint run. Thinking this was odd I stopped then I herd a low growl. Ohh sh*t I though to myself as what ever was in the bush came closer. This was the moment I had prepared for many times, without thought my hand went to my holster. I unsnapped the safety tong and place my hand on the but of the pistle. I slowly started to walk back. (hoping to avoid a conservation with the animal). About this time the animal appeared, it was a stay dog, the hair was matted and it look starved. It looked at me and started to run at me (he was about 15 feet away). In a flash my gun was in my hand and I cocked it with out thought, it came level with my eye. I took a quick sight and pulled the trigger. CLICK. Franticly I recocked the gun and pull the trigger agene CLICK. (the dog is way to close now) I recock the gun once more but with one hand this time, my other hand brings my knife to waist level, I never got the chance to attempt to fire at the dog a third time, TOO LATE he was less than a yard away. As soon as he was close enough I hid him hard with the pistol, he latched onto my arm with his teeth. My knife buried itself to the hilt in his chest, (I did this with out thinking).
Once I calmed down and looked down I saw the stray laying dead at my feet, I looked at my arm and saw that he only bit the edge of my arm. I took out my cell phone and called my parents and told them what matted and that I was bit. They carried me to the doctored where I got one stitch and rabies treatment. (pain in the gut).
There are two morals to this story. One NEVER skimp on ammo and two always carry back up.:twoguns:
I was out walking some local fields just to get out. As always I was carrying a 16 hand made bowie on my left hip, my .22 ruger single six on my right. The walking went uneventful until I was heading home.
I was walking along a old 4-weeler path when I herd a rustle in the bushes at first I thought I had spooked a deer, but it dint run. Thinking this was odd I stopped then I herd a low growl. Ohh sh*t I though to myself as what ever was in the bush came closer. This was the moment I had prepared for many times, without thought my hand went to my holster. I unsnapped the safety tong and place my hand on the but of the pistle. I slowly started to walk back. (hoping to avoid a conservation with the animal). About this time the animal appeared, it was a stay dog, the hair was matted and it look starved. It looked at me and started to run at me (he was about 15 feet away). In a flash my gun was in my hand and I cocked it with out thought, it came level with my eye. I took a quick sight and pulled the trigger. CLICK. Franticly I recocked the gun and pull the trigger agene CLICK. (the dog is way to close now) I recock the gun once more but with one hand this time, my other hand brings my knife to waist level, I never got the chance to attempt to fire at the dog a third time, TOO LATE he was less than a yard away. As soon as he was close enough I hid him hard with the pistol, he latched onto my arm with his teeth. My knife buried itself to the hilt in his chest, (I did this with out thinking).
Once I calmed down and looked down I saw the stray laying dead at my feet, I looked at my arm and saw that he only bit the edge of my arm. I took out my cell phone and called my parents and told them what matted and that I was bit. They carried me to the doctored where I got one stitch and rabies treatment. (pain in the gut).
There are two morals to this story. One NEVER skimp on ammo and two always carry back up.:twoguns: