>>9043488All the stories in this thread about macing pits, stomping them, tossing them, etc . . . make me wonder.
Years ago, when I was a fucking strong healthy US Marine infantry expert rifleman, I arrived home from work to find my wife on the kitchen counter where our "sweet" pet Akita had kept her all night. I put on my field jacket, grabbed a framing hammer and had a firm chat with the dog. After much scuffle, we called it a draw.
Next day I took him out in the desert and shot him him in the chest with my 30.06 hunting rifle. He spun and danced but didn't go down. After two more hits he realized that I was the problem and came after me, biting me solidly between the shoulder blades. I but stroked him over the head which broke the rifle stock but only dazed him for a second. Rifle out of commission, I drove over him with my jeep. He bit the plastic wheel well as he came out from under the front tire. Bloody and kind of shook up, I drove to some nearby targer shooters and asked to borrow a rifle. Seeing me, and the jeep covered in blood, they quickly loaned me a single shot 22. Returning I found the dog under a bush. At 2" range, I shot him sqaure between the eyes with the 22LR. Even after all that, the fucking dog got up and came after me again. It took two more head shots before I could bury him.
I steer a very, very wide berth around big fighting breeds these days.
