Ah, war stories!
Last summer my boss and I were on an island in the Tennessee River that is maintained as a primitive campground. Our job was to maintain the campground, which we normally did on Monday and Friday mornings when the island was usually deserted. One day while returning to our tied-up boat, a huge pit bull came over the top of the hill and stood and stared at us. We had no way of knowing if the dog was there with people (we had seen no people or boats as we walked around the island) or had been dropped off on the island. I stopped putting on my life jacket and just stood and watched him. He started running towards us from about 75 yards away and I pulled my .380 out of my back pocket holster and assumed a ready position, fully intending to shoot the dog if necessary. When the dog got about 30 feet from us, he stopped, smiled and wagged his tail. My boss shooed him and he turned and loped back over the hill. We got our jackets on, untied the boat and got out of Dodge. Never saw him again, so I guess a boat had pulled up on the far side of the island while we were packing up and the owner had let Marmaduke out for a run.
Last summer my boss and I were on an island in the Tennessee River that is maintained as a primitive campground. Our job was to maintain the campground, which we normally did on Monday and Friday mornings when the island was usually deserted. One day while returning to our tied-up boat, a huge pit bull came over the top of the hill and stood and stared at us. We had no way of knowing if the dog was there with people (we had seen no people or boats as we walked around the island) or had been dropped off on the island. I stopped putting on my life jacket and just stood and watched him. He started running towards us from about 75 yards away and I pulled my .380 out of my back pocket holster and assumed a ready position, fully intending to shoot the dog if necessary. When the dog got about 30 feet from us, he stopped, smiled and wagged his tail. My boss shooed him and he turned and loped back over the hill. We got our jackets on, untied the boat and got out of Dodge. Never saw him again, so I guess a boat had pulled up on the far side of the island while we were packing up and the owner had let Marmaduke out for a run.