SpringsColt
Regular Member
Out walking with my daughter and my dog, a Golden, through my neighborhood this morning, when we were suddenly bull rushed by a pair of Pitts, coming through the fence from the house on my left... Growling and claws on pavement signaled impending doom, so I dropped the leash, swept up my daughter into my non-draw hand, as high as I could hold her, and swung around putting me between the dogs and my little girl. Turning around, my Golden had one of the dogs pinned, and the owner of the dogs came running around the corner, pulling the other dog away. My hand was on my .45 the whole time, ready. The guy grabbed his other dog from under mine, saying how they were really sweet, normally.
About this time his eyes landed on the 1911 on my hip, and the apologies came flooding forth, trying to shake my hand, saying he was going to kennel his dogs from here on....I simply looked him in the eye and said "It could have been MUCH worse." Made sure my dog was okay, and moved on with my day. Almost filled his "sweet" dogs with holes...
Closest I've ever been to drawing my Colt; the ol heart rate was moving along nicely....
Head on a swivel out there folks, cheers....
About this time his eyes landed on the 1911 on my hip, and the apologies came flooding forth, trying to shake my hand, saying he was going to kennel his dogs from here on....I simply looked him in the eye and said "It could have been MUCH worse." Made sure my dog was okay, and moved on with my day. Almost filled his "sweet" dogs with holes...
Closest I've ever been to drawing my Colt; the ol heart rate was moving along nicely....
Head on a swivel out there folks, cheers....