Any baws ever had to take out a gator or other large predator coming for you?

Ran away from a fatty at a bar one time

Didnt have to run very fast

Over 300 pound sow, twice. One was 4 legged and the other 2 legged. Shot the 4 legged one in the face 4 times. Outran the 2 legged one pretty easily. In cowboy boots at that.

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I always wonder how much of a headache I'd get from law enforcement when they inevitably come out for reported gun shots and I explain there was a gator stalking a loved one?

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Depends where you live.
S Carolina, Florida- they'd probably give you a huge fine or worse.


Most of Louisiana, outside of New Orleans, its probably a non-issue and your neighbors would be grateful.

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Depends where you live.
S Carolina, Florida- they'd probably give you a huge fine or worse.

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Are they protected there?

not a gator but when I was a kid my uncle had to take out a wild boar that was charging us, we'd just come in from deer hunting and he had to put a dog down so we, about 3-4 of us, were taking the dog to his final resting place out in the woods and the hog saw us and came charging

In college one of my roommates had the smart idea to let a stray pit into our house that he found walking home from the bar the night before. When I woke up to let my little boston terrier out the pit immediately attacked. I wrecked that frickin POS...kicked it in the head with boots on as hard as i could, grabbed it by the throat, and then slammed it on its face into the brick sidewalk as hard as i possibly could and it scurried off down the street. I had never felt that kind of rage and adrenaline come over me in my entire life. I still get pissed off thinking about it.

I got charged by a wild hog when I was about 10 or 11 out squirrel hunting with my dad. We had walked into a hardwood stand at the bottom of a holler and we were standing around looking up in the trees for probably 20 minutes or so and decided to move on because we hadn't seen any movement.

So, as we started to walk and were going to go over the ridge across from the ridge we had walked in from and about two steps into our move, I saw a black blur out of the corner of my eye and looked over to see a big arse boar charging down the hill we were about to go up and over. I had my Ruger 10/22 and had already shot a few squirrels earlier and had 5 shots left. Since I was an incredibly nervous 10 year old in the middle of an adrenaline dump, I didn't hit the thing once. (Probably wouldn't have made a difference if I'd with a .22 vs a 300lb hog).

Luckily my dad was able to keep calm and put three 10mm rounds into the pig and he ended up dropping about 10 feet from me. It was funny because my dad let out a scream that I can only describe as "feminine" before putting the beast down. We both laughed our asses off for about 5 minutes and then gutted it and dragged it back to the truck. Not the craziest story ever, but I'll never forget the way I felt. It was my first true "fight or flight" response to adrenaline surging through my body and it was a crazy feeling.

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three 10mm rounds

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That'll do 'er.