My blue heeler woke me up at 0400 this morning raising hell about something in my carport. I could not find one my two Glock 23's that was suppoose to be within arms reach of my bed nor my Surefire. I know, I know, major screw up.
I asked my wife to give me her Glock 23C. She quickly gave it to me. I go to the door in a pair of boxers and OPEN IT. Next Screw up.
A rather large Tennessee Raccoon decides the open door is his escape route from the nipping Heeler. When the door opened Daisy, my Heeler, really came unglued. The fight is on at my naked feet. Somehow the dog drags the coon into the yard. The coon is now ripping my doggie apart. I start shooting conservatively. Missing both animals several times until I finally hit the coon with a 155 grain SilverTip. The dog now has a better chance. Between the both of us we finally get the pissed off varmint subdued.
My EARS are RINGING! RINGING! RINGING!
Lot of mistakes and Lessons Learned. Hope someone learns from my misery.