EddieCoyle
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Let me set the stage:
On an impulse buy, I picked up a Walther G22 bullpup .22 LR rifle last week. While Christmas shopping at Walmart, I bought a cheap BSA red dot scope. It was beautiful here today (in the 40's), so I went to my local range to sight it in. Since it was .22 day, I brought my Ruger MKIII in a nylon Uncle Mike's holster.
Side note: I normally don't carry a .22, but the gun laws here in the Commonwealth of Mass. state that you must either have a gun "on you" or locked up in order to transport it. Since I was shooting .22's, I didn't feel like putting a trigger lock on the Ruger so I holstered it.
I pulled in to my driveway after going to the range and when I got out of my car, I heard my 78 year-old neighbor screaming bloody murder. I looked down to the end of the street and there were three coyotes attacking her Jack Russell terrier. She's was walking the little guy (awesome dogs by the way) on one of those retractable leashes.
I ran down yelling at the coyotes. Two scooted slightly away, but one was biting the little dog. I walked up with my Ruger drawn and shot the bastard in the back from about 12" while it was biting the dog. I didn't want to go for a head shot because I was afraid that I'd hit the dog. He let go of the dog and just kind of sat there (I think the 1st shot severed the spinal cord). Shot #2 was right between the eyes (it dropped like a stone). After the first shot, the other two coyotes took off.
Here's the aftermath:
Sparky (the Jack Russell Terrier) is cut up but in good shape - he's going to be fine. Just for the record, he fought like a tiger. I love those little dogs. He's current on his rabies shot so they're going to monitor him to make sure he's OK. Another neighbor that works for the Highway Dept. is disposing of the corpse as we speak. Both neighbors agreed not to get the law involved because I discharged a firearm within 500' of an occupied dwelling without the owner's consent (bad news here).
The lesson here is: Always carry a gun because you'll never know when you need it. Also, coyotes suck, and they've made it all the way to the east coast.
On an impulse buy, I picked up a Walther G22 bullpup .22 LR rifle last week. While Christmas shopping at Walmart, I bought a cheap BSA red dot scope. It was beautiful here today (in the 40's), so I went to my local range to sight it in. Since it was .22 day, I brought my Ruger MKIII in a nylon Uncle Mike's holster.
Side note: I normally don't carry a .22, but the gun laws here in the Commonwealth of Mass. state that you must either have a gun "on you" or locked up in order to transport it. Since I was shooting .22's, I didn't feel like putting a trigger lock on the Ruger so I holstered it.
I pulled in to my driveway after going to the range and when I got out of my car, I heard my 78 year-old neighbor screaming bloody murder. I looked down to the end of the street and there were three coyotes attacking her Jack Russell terrier. She's was walking the little guy (awesome dogs by the way) on one of those retractable leashes.
I ran down yelling at the coyotes. Two scooted slightly away, but one was biting the little dog. I walked up with my Ruger drawn and shot the bastard in the back from about 12" while it was biting the dog. I didn't want to go for a head shot because I was afraid that I'd hit the dog. He let go of the dog and just kind of sat there (I think the 1st shot severed the spinal cord). Shot #2 was right between the eyes (it dropped like a stone). After the first shot, the other two coyotes took off.
Here's the aftermath:
Sparky (the Jack Russell Terrier) is cut up but in good shape - he's going to be fine. Just for the record, he fought like a tiger. I love those little dogs. He's current on his rabies shot so they're going to monitor him to make sure he's OK. Another neighbor that works for the Highway Dept. is disposing of the corpse as we speak. Both neighbors agreed not to get the law involved because I discharged a firearm within 500' of an occupied dwelling without the owner's consent (bad news here).
The lesson here is: Always carry a gun because you'll never know when you need it. Also, coyotes suck, and they've made it all the way to the east coast.
