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<blockquote data-quote="13pt" data-source="post: 5276464" data-attributes="member: 19602"><p>I'll give the satanic story a run for it's money, but probably still got me. We had a 4000 acre lease in Perry County for 10 years. The first two years we leased it got it for less than $2 acre (another story), but because of that only 5 of us leased it. It was literally 5 miles across at the longest stretch, so there was sections of hundreds of acres we had never set foot. Pretty much in the middle was a huge hollow we just called the big bottom. I had never walked across the big bottom, so got a wild hair one day in December. My buddy drove his truck down the main lease road to hunt the afternoon, and I rode my Rhino down another main lease road on the opposite side of the big bottom. Plan was I would scout from the south side, crossing the big bottom and back up to his truck on the north side, which would take all afternoon…then he could take me back to get the Rhino. So here we go. I initially decide to leave my .300 Browning A-bolt at the Rhino because I really just want to scout, and if I take the gun I'll end up still hunting, and besides…I really didn't want the challenge of getting a buck out of that big bottom. I walk about 30 yards and it's like God just hit me with a 2x4. I snapped out of my stupid idea of leaving my gun and turn right around and go get it. Fast forward about an hour or so. This day was really dry, so there was no sneaking around. I'm emerging out of a thicket across the bottom and can't hear anything for the noise of my walking in the leaves. As the woods open up, I hear something louder than me to my left coming out of where the thicket extends up the hill. It's a pack of 7 wild dogs (which we had only seen on cameras a few times), and they were wide open coming at me at 30 yards! The main thing I remember is the lead dog was showing his teeth, and I had seconds to react. I love dogs and definitely don't want to shoot any, so my first reaction was to scream to the top of my lungs. It didn't phase them, so with a couple seconds left I instinctively (literally don't even remember thinking to do it), swivel my .300 under my shoulder and shoot at the lead dog from my hip. How I did it I'll never know, but managed to drop him dead. The others piled up slamming on their brakes; however, they didn't run off. They cautiously walk a semi circle around me at about 20 yards staring me down. I didn't take any extra ammo, so I only have 3 left in the gun. I don't shoot anymore in case I need the ammo to fend off another attack. They slowly disappear back into the thicket. I don't even go look at the one I shot. I just make a bee line for my buddy's truck which is still 1/2 mile away…and there is zero cell signal where I was at! I think I trotted about 1/2 the remaining distance. When I hooked back up with my buddy almost an hour later I still could not talk without my voice shaking horribly. By far the most scary experience of my life. Guys if I had not turned around to go back to get my gun I probably wouldn't be telling this story today. We never seen those dogs again except on camera, and then never again after that season thankfully! I didn't own a handgun back then, but shortly after bought an FN 5.7x28 with 20 round clip and I've carried it with me ever since. Today I went to refresh a salt lick, and since I had to walk 200 yards that handgun was on my side! An experience like that makes one realize how fragile this life can be, so if there's a next time I will go down spraying lead!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="13pt, post: 5276464, member: 19602"] I’ll give the satanic story a run for it’s money, but probably still got me. We had a 4000 acre lease in Perry County for 10 years. The first two years we leased it got it for less than $2 acre (another story), but because of that only 5 of us leased it. It was literally 5 miles across at the longest stretch, so there was sections of hundreds of acres we had never set foot. Pretty much in the middle was a huge hollow we just called the big bottom. I had never walked across the big bottom, so got a wild hair one day in December. My buddy drove his truck down the main lease road to hunt the afternoon, and I rode my Rhino down another main lease road on the opposite side of the big bottom. Plan was I would scout from the south side, crossing the big bottom and back up to his truck on the north side, which would take all afternoon…then he could take me back to get the Rhino. So here we go. I initially decide to leave my .300 Browning A-bolt at the Rhino because I really just want to scout, and if I take the gun I’ll end up still hunting, and besides…I really didn’t want the challenge of getting a buck out of that big bottom. I walk about 30 yards and it’s like God just hit me with a 2x4. I snapped out of my stupid idea of leaving my gun and turn right around and go get it. Fast forward about an hour or so. This day was really dry, so there was no sneaking around. I’m emerging out of a thicket across the bottom and can’t hear anything for the noise of my walking in the leaves. As the woods open up, I hear something louder than me to my left coming out of where the thicket extends up the hill. It’s a pack of 7 wild dogs (which we had only seen on cameras a few times), and they were wide open coming at me at 30 yards! The main thing I remember is the lead dog was showing his teeth, and I had seconds to react. I love dogs and definitely don’t want to shoot any, so my first reaction was to scream to the top of my lungs. It didn’t phase them, so with a couple seconds left I instinctively (literally don’t even remember thinking to do it), swivel my .300 under my shoulder and shoot at the lead dog from my hip. How I did it I’ll never know, but managed to drop him dead. The others piled up slamming on their brakes; however, they didn’t run off. They cautiously walk a semi circle around me at about 20 yards staring me down. I didn’t take any extra ammo, so I only have 3 left in the gun. I don’t shoot anymore in case I need the ammo to fend off another attack. They slowly disappear back into the thicket. I don’t even go look at the one I shot. I just make a bee line for my buddy’s truck which is still 1/2 mile away…and there is zero cell signal where I was at! I think I trotted about 1/2 the remaining distance. When I hooked back up with my buddy almost an hour later I still could not talk without my voice shaking horribly. By far the most scary experience of my life. Guys if I had not turned around to go back to get my gun I probably wouldn’t be telling this story today. We never seen those dogs again except on camera, and then never again after that season thankfully! I didn’t own a handgun back then, but shortly after bought an FN 5.7x28 with 20 round clip and I’ve carried it with me ever since. Today I went to refresh a salt lick, and since I had to walk 200 yards that handgun was on my side! An experience like that makes one realize how fragile this life can be, so if there’s a next time I will go down spraying lead! [/QUOTE]
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