Wild dog packs have been a menace to me over the years. I got put in the slammer over night after killing one that was chasing my barn cats, "misdemeanor animal cruelty" was the final charge. Judge threw it out of court. I was out 2000 dollars in legal fees over all that. Seems barn cats aren't considered "livestock" and thus you can't shoot their attackers, legally. Out here, shoot, shovel, shut up.
I don't shovel, though. Buzzards and worms gotta eat, too.
That's the straw that broke the camel's back. I wanted out of that town, lived on the edge of it, but it was run by nazis through and through.
I had fought city hall over building permits and stuff before. Now, I live 20 miles from the nearest incorporated city, back in the woods at the end of a 2 mile long rough private dirt road. I don't need no stinkin' building permits!!!! I haven't built anything, but a couple of chicken pens, but I'd probably needed a permit for THAT in that podunk town! I've killed a couple of feral dogs chasing my chickens out here since I've been here. Between the dogs, the coyotes, the raccoons, the hawks and owls, the bobkitties, and the fact that the damned chickens eat plants in my garden, I decided raising chickens wasn't for me. I get free eggs from the weekend neighbor, anyway, as I take care of their chickens for them during the week.
I carry a little Taurus M85SSUL in my right pocket everywhere, all the time. It's an "always gun". The thing is very accurate and we used to lay out prone on the 100 yard range at the gun club and plink with our snubbies at a 12" slip blind (which was about 14" in diameter) hung from the target frames. I got to where I had the hold over, would hit 3 of five when I ate my wheaties that morning.
The gun has a Keith style elevation wire installed in the front site I had done to it. One of those dogs that came around, I was about 60 yards from it. It had been chasing my chickens a few days before. I was getting out of my truck when I saw it across the road/fence in a neighbor's pasture. I took the .38 and shot braced over the window of the door. Grazed it in the right inside leg. Another round corrected for elevation and dead chicken killer.
That little snubby is like carrying a rifle in my pocket.