[quote]pushharder wrote:
I have another canine and gun story. Yep. I do.
I will decline to inject humor into this one because it has to do with my dog, or rather at the time, one of my dogs.
Years ago I bred my Rottweiler bitch to my brother’s Doberman in search of a very muscular Dobie. Did this twice and ended up with two litters over a two year span.
We ended up keeping three males out of the two litters. I raised and trained 'em and they were perfect gentlemen and two of them were perfect specimens of what I was looking for - tough, alert, athletic SOBs.
My friends called them “the three-headed monster” because that’s what they looked like roiling around in the back of the pickup. Another name was the “land sharks”. I’d run them behind my dirt bike, snowmobile, pickup and horse for exercise and they’d fan out and “scoop up” the countryside like German tanks moving into France in 1940.
Anyway, to make a long story a little longer, having three males together even though they grew up together just didn’t pan out. It was always two on one when barks gave way to bites. It didn’t happen often in the first half of their lives but when they got up to six, seven, eight years of age, the carnage got intense. Thing is, the smallest and the medium sized dogs ganged up on the largest one. Yeah, the most muscular one of the three was low man on the totem pole.
I won’t go into all the details because this is the gun thread but suffice it to say that you can’t even begin to imagine the fury, stamina, guts and glory involved with big, healthy, powerful dogs like these in a full blown fight unless you’ve seen it yourself. Stepping in to break up the fight was like running into a buzzsaw.
Anyway, the smallest of the three happened to be the bully and the instigator or most of the trouble but he also carried some congenital defects. He had bad hips and his front end was bowlegged. When he turned about six or so he started to show signs of rapid or accelerated aging too.
I had had a friend put down my three boys’ momma a year before by taking a rifle and her out in the woods. She was very sick and old and we should have had it done long before we did and I swore I would never procrastinate again in that regard.
Back to the youngest dog, the one with the problems. He really started going downhill fast, healthwise, very gaunt and miserable so one day I grabbed my Colt Commander and walked him out into the national forest to put him down. In case you’re wondering, it was very, very tough to do. I pretty much had to have an iron will to get the job done.
We stopped in the middle of a deep, dark spot and I suspected if I hesitated I might not get the job done so I aimed at the center of his skull and fired fairly quickly. I had thought the 230 gr. .45 ACP bullet at close range (10 ft.) would make short work of the situation.
It did not.
I hit him but all it did was spin him around and make him caterwaul. I couldn’t believe my eyes. He was still standing and whimpering and I was in some mental pain myself. I fired again. Hit him again in the skull. He ran around in circles and I fired again and I think I missed due to his moving around.
Bottom line is it took five shots to end his life including what may have been one miss. Now yes, he would’ve died from the first bullet if I had given him time but that’s not the way to put down a dog humanely. Obviously, I wanted him to die quickly.
This story says a few things to me.
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The .45 ACP round is not necessarily a quick, effective killing round on animals especially animals with thick, hard skulls.
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Rottweilers or Rott crosses have thick, hard skulls.
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There may be more to extrapolate from that story than just #1 and #2.
The epilogue to this story is this past winter I had to put down the third of my three boys. (The second died naturally last fall or should I say mysteriously. I inadvertently found him dead out in the woods when picketing my horse).
#3 found himself beset with the same disease or defect as #1 or so it appeared. I really hated to have to put him down because he was the last of the Mohicans and I would be without a dog for the first time in many, many years. I put it off and put it off and put it off until I was disgusted with myself because he looked so bad and I had not taken care of it.
One shot. A 12 gauge and 000 buck.
There was no repeat with what happened to #1. He never knew what hit him and he never suffered from being put down.
Now go ahead and extrapolate.[/quote]
Very tough story to hear, I’m sorry.