Fast forward a couple hundred years to last Sunday, not too too many miles from where old Meshack hunted. After Church I took my kids and wife to a park which is nice, but surrounded by trailers and low income. No don't get me wrong, I was a kid who came from a scene like that at times, and I know there's good folks there. I also knew from experience, that there is usually a number of nefarious fellows who quite possibly have aggressive pitt bulls that they would refuse to leash because it might tweak their ego. My gut told me to stay away but I pulled in against my better judgement. I thought.....what the heck am I gonna do if I get in trouble back here? I remembered I bought my wife a new slicing knife at the hardware store and I jammed it still in the package into my pocket. It almost looks like an old Green River Knife. Long story short......my wife is in the car feeding the baby and my two oldest boys are playing. I see wife go frantic and start pointing. I look over the car and there is the biggest most muscular Pitt Bull I had ever scene, next to car, running free. He saw me looking at him right away. He started to run fast towards us with his eyes fixed on us but I did my best not to run or encourage my kids to run as I went toward them. He looked not agressive but not friendly either. He was still making up his mind. I tried not to act like prey but I was as scared as H$%% for my boys. He broke off when something else caught his interest, thankfully, but kept an eye on us. I had my boys walk to the top of a large slide and I unwrapped that knife and waited for him to leave. Probably just overreacting but I wasn't going test out whether this dog was aggressive, but man did he look it. After eyeing us up and me and my boys acting like we were on on own business, he finally left. I put my family in the van and we drove off. A couple of thoughts and a question to tie this together(it's related, really!):
1. I was stupid for going there and not having my Security Six in the situation. I had no first line of defense with this dog if he had been aggressive, and if properly motivated, he could have taken me or my sons out. I knew he would pay dearly though and would probably give his life since I had the large knife.
2. I wonder if a good Bowie style knife isn't almost as important to have with you in these situations as your Pistola? That is, when the distance has been closed and your bullets have not struck a place to anchor the mad dog, hog or perp. Your natural reaction is just going to be to strike it while your being mauled or beaten. We rarely carry such a knife with us as we expect our firearm to end it, but I am starting to see the need.
3. Many of our frontier forefathers counted on having a large knife with them because they found themselves in these situations much more than we would think.
I have to admitt, Scott T's statement a good while back about a Bowie knife being a heck a close up weapon got me initially thinking about this. It does make sense and I think I shall carry my fixed blade buck special much more often for just such an occasion. I'll not be caught like that again with my family in the balance. Sorry for posting the rambling thoughts of my simple brain and have stated the obvious, but for some reason I had to type all that out and connect her up.
