Posted: 2/5/2009 3:56:24 AM EDT
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No, not one of those that is titled draw down story, then it isn't, this is a real gun pointed at the target finger nearly on the trigger ready to fire story.
Got called about two different suspicious people at a client's property, takes 10 minutes to get there, find one, verify he's a resident, and go looking for the other, some fat red headed guy with a flashlight looking into cars at a place where there have been a few car prowls lately. I walk down the street, and notice, just in a passing sort of way, that a car is pulling into the parking lot of the client, and that I would go ask them to keep an eye out and if they see anything suspicious, to either call the security company, the police or both. Nice looking slightly older american made car with four adults in it. I get about 20-25 feet from their parked car, and two BMA's and two BFA's get out, and that is when the barking and snarling starts. I see a 50-60 pound pit bull type dog rushing at me. I start stepping back, yelling at the dog, and then I realize (about .45 seconds later  )that I already have my firearm drawn, and I am ready to shoot the dog if it bites me. I like dogs, scratch that, I love dogs, and I am willing to give it the benefit of the doubt (that it's owners are worthless shits, and the dog is just being a dog). I am yelling for the dog to GET AWAY and for the owners to GET YOUR FUCKING DOG AWAY FROM ME!!
A $1 piece of rope would have prevented the whole thing. My OIC at work says that he wonders why I didn't go for my taser. Duh, it's not made for shooting dogs that rush you from 20 plus or minus feet away (IMO), and it pretty much is a one shot deal unless you can make contact to drive stun. If this brings me trouble at work, I'll leave it if they don't want to back me up. I like doing what I do right now, but I know I did the right thing, I didn't point the gun at anything or anyone but my target, the dog, and I would have been justified shooting to protect myself from the eminent threat of serious bodily harm. I questioned why my OIC didn't call the police immediately and have them come for a statement from both parties. He said he went by our boss' instructions. (A possible  )
I am amazed at the reaction that good training can bring. I didn't really realize that I had drawn my gun until I was looking for the front sight. Train, y'all. Get professional instruction and train. |
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No MS Paint?
Time of day? Recent criminal history of the area? Frame of mind reference... Was this a residence or light industrial park....? Did Cujo get told to "Sic Em" or did Fluffy just get loose from owner's control in a lapse of judgement? Action of the 4 adults immediately during? "Holy Shit someone grab Fluffy" or "Fuck you, you shoot my dog I'm kicking your ass" If the dog turned right off and back to the owner, I get it. If you get the FU, sic balls...well....the moment Fluffy turns around and heads towards me, Pow. I can't vote without a full accounting... Follow-up On the other paties, did they belong there? Guests/patrons/residents? OK...one of my dog stories....... My neighbor is a real dimwit. She has more issues than Carter has liver pills. She truly believes it's the rest of the worlds fault she's so stupid/ignorant/misguided. She has a German Shep that she cannot control, but thinks she does. The dog follows her while she mows the lawn, until it realizes she's not really paying attention, then it does what it wants, like run across the street, whatever. I've had to tell her no less than 50 times to lockup the dog, or put it on a leash. She's been notified by the town council twice on the matter. I've filmed her with the animal numerous times, at least 12, of the dog not on a leash, disobediant, charging cars, a bicyclist, ect,ect,ect. The last time the dog made in incursion into my yard I was 2lbs into a 3lb glock trigger. My son and daughter were 2 paces behind me in the driveway. I know for a fact, that the dog saw the look in my eyes and heard the tone in voice and recognized anger and death. I never saw an animal turn tail, tuck and run that fast, and I didn't know I could draw from concealment that fast and acquire a target, I even bladed a bit too. When I yelled, it was "Getthefuckouttahere", in one word, deep from the bottom of my lungs. I guess that "Verbal Judo" course I took paid off. The animal literally turned in mid leap, closed it's yap, tucked and ran 180 degrees from me.. Silly bitch spent 10 minutes getting it out from under her deck, and I stood 1' inside my property line until she did. Unholstered, and at the low ready. After I went in the house, the massive adrenaline dump I just had wore off and I went to bed real early, just after my dinner that was waiting. My wife called the SD and reported it, no officer response. Two weeks later, my wife had almost the same problem, but she had already gotten the kids in the house, My wife did about the same thing, draw down, front sight focused, dog turns and retreats. (IIRC I was at Drill in Moses Lake). Neighbor called the Sheriff's Dept. they came out, asked my wife to walk through the scenario, WITH her unloaded revolver. (Meaning the Dep. Unloaded it, handed it to her and said, "Show me what happened".) After she did he asked to do it again. She did. When she was done, the Dep. told her two things. Dog comes on your property, you have a legal right to shoot it. Doesn't need to be vicious, just in your yard. The second was that the neighbor claimed my wife threatend her and pointed the pistol at her. But she couldn't describe the pistol, other than it is was black. My wife packs a stainless.
There was one more thing. The nice Deputy had his Sgt, who was on scene, place a "Do Not Respond" tag on the neighbors address and house. This was the 10th time or so she had complained about something that was unfounded....Cry Wolf and reap the bennies. 
She put up a fence in her front yard 3 weeks later. (And THAT is a whole other story) |
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I've got no patience for folks who cannot control their animals. Given the distances involved I'd have shot the dog before it had a chance to get a bite of me. My dog story... We used to live in the middle of no where in PR and had 6 doberman, they were all very well trained and listened only to our voices (mom, dad, me, and my brother) everyone else was just a bunch of meat, cats and other dogs were just dead if they got on the property and when our "neighbor" (he lived like 6 miles away) let his bulls escape our dogs would attack. It's a fucking bad ass sight to see 6 skinny ass dogs attacking and effectively taking down a fucking bull.... So one day these people show up, I was outside playing with the dogs and they just start going crazy, I had never seen them like this. (Just a note two of our dogs were trained to sniff out drugs and the other 4 explosives, my dad would lease them to the police when they had emergencies) So I call my aunt who was the one taking care of me and tell her to call my dad at work cause the dogs are acting weird... All of the sudden one of the guys in the group (there were four of them) pulls out a gun and starts yelling that if I don't call the dogs off he's going to shoot. That may as well be the worst possible thing he could have done, our fence was maybe 5 feet tall with no barbed wire or anything, so the dogs can effectively jump it if they can get on their kennels which are three feet tall. They've never jumped the fence before so we had no reason to make it any taller and they were very well trained and knew not to attack people who were outside of it. But this was different, these people came to harm us and the dogs already knew it; all of the sudden the dogs start running to behind the house towards their kennels but I'm still standing there with some gangbanger pointing this gun at me... then out of the corner of my eye I see that the dogs are running towards them, but this time they are outside the fence. I have to say the ninja skills that trained dogs have are superb, they wasted no time barking they just went for the groin and arms it was beautiful. And what was even more spectacular was that when the dogs subdued them they stopped attacking; granted I had to yell at them to stop and had to explain to the dumb asses that the dogs would attack if they moved... So my aunt calls the cops and it takes them like 30 minutes to get there, when they start investigating and open up the car these ass holes came in they find ten, yes TEN kilos of coke in the trunk and back seat. Apparently these guys were on their way to a drug deal and went into the wrong property... I miss those dogs... |
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No MS Paint? Nope. Not an artist. Deal with it. Time of day? 2242 Recent criminal history of the area? Frame of mind reference... Some car prowls, some folks trespassing, a little domestic violence, the property is a large apartment complex Was this a residence or light industrial park....? See above Did Cujo get told to "Sic Em" or did Fluffy just get loose from owner's control in a lapse of judgement? The second part. Action of the 4 adults immediately during? "Holy Shit someone grab Fluffy" or "Fuck you, you shoot my dog I'm kicking your ass" Somewhere in the middle If the dog turned right off and back to the owner, I get it. If you get the FU, sic balls...well....the moment Fluffy turns around and heads towards me, Pow. I can't vote without a full accounting... Follow-up On the other parties, did they belong there? Guests/patrons/residents? Residents and guests And just for the record, I have a scar on my upper lip from a dog getting a hold of my face when I was a very small child, but I have worked hard to get over my initial paralyzing fear of dogs to the point where I love dogs, even other people's dogs, until they pull some shit like what happened. |
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Dead Dog Story.
I've been on the receiving end of a Pit Bull's unwarranted rage...long story short, I beat and kicked the dog and he never gave me shit again. Rolled over whenever I showed up after that! We were swimming and the dog came up from behind me and raked my back with his paws and started biting my head. I pulled him over the top of me and almost drowned him until he started lunging at my abdomen under water, at which point I somehow tossed it up and away and swam like Johnny Weismueller ( aka Tarzan ) back to the dock. Bleeding from the head and ears, I bitched out Prospector about his '%@*&%$^^!!!' Pit Bull sonofbitchfuckingdog and the dog came up to me on the dock like nothing happened. I then kicked the dog off the dock and asked Prospector for a cigarette. 
After that, everything was cool. He was a good dog, old Bruiser. In the scenario here, though, I'd just shoot the dog first off. What happened after you didn't kill the dog? ...some fat red headed guy BTW, I resemble that remark...!  
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YOPD,
I used to work on a really good armed sercurity contract in the Seattle area before I was able to parlay it into a more profession, better paying opportunity based on the client site where I worked. If you are interested in a better armed gig shoot me a pm and I'll give you the info. The are always looking for qualified folks. |
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Deal with it.  Yup. No artistic qualities except for an occasional fish story, and not enough time right now to learn MSTaint. Maybe tonight I can take some shitty cell phone pics and post them up. ETA: But did you vote yet, Matt45? OK  , I'd rather have no art vs. really bad art........
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I still am dumbfounded that you would let a pit bull bite you before you would shoot it. I will have feared for my safety long before it gets close enough to bite. Things happened quickly, analysis, judgements, and decisions are made at the speed of light, and if it was my dog, I would want someone to actually be attacked before they started shooting. Kind of a golden rule thing maybe? |
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I'm glad you didn't shoot the mutt. Then it would have ended up as another 6 o'clock news story about how evil pit bulls are and how they should all be put down. I think the owners, in this case, owe you at least a case of beer, and should receive a flogging for not keeping their dog in check. As for pits in general (along with rotties, dobies, and to some extent german shepards) have a bad rep. They are all sweethearts, they're just very protective of their owners and require a firm hand when raising them.
My dog story: I've raised Rotties all my life. I just love 'em- but not in that Southern Oregon, I wanna hear you squeal like a pig kinda way. Anyways, I used to live in the ghetto. I was the only white guy in the surrounding 10 blocks. Most people there were crack dealers or smokers, and just about all of them had pit bulls. I was sitting on the porch drinking a few brewskies one evening with a friend of mine, and my 160lb rottie, Bear, was laying at my feet. Ghetto brother number 1 was walking his rather large pit around the neighborhood, and as he came close to the house, his dog, started going nuts. Now Bear is probably the laziest dog I've ever had. You literally had to step on him to get him to move. When ghetto dog starting raising hell, Bear looked up, but that was about it. Ghetto brother number 1 yells something about how I need to keep my dog on a leash, and how he's not responsible if his dog hurts mine or something like that. I just laughed and blew him off. This asshole leans down and lets ghetto dog off the leash! Ghetto dog starts charging. Bear sits up. Ghetto dog jumps. Bear calmly swats ghetto dog, who does a somersault/barrel roll combo off the porch, then takes off in the other direction. Ghetto brother 1 takes off after him while yelling back to me that he's going to kick MY ass for that. Funny, I never saw either of them again! |