1983, and I was hunting just out of Moundville on a 4000ac place. I had killed a nice buck, then saw a monster in the corn fields. Went back the next day to kill him, took my two daughters, 3 and 5 . I held their hands as we walked down the field road than went along the corn, thick swamp to our right. I had my 25/06 upside down on my left shoulder, sleeping bag over my shoulders to wrap the girls in.

Youngest said "there's a dog", medium black cur. I didn't want to shoot it in front of the girls so I made no move for my rifle. Suddenly the dog growled at us and came barrelling from 30 yards out. A second dog joined from behind the first, both charging in. I let go of the girls...slung the sleeping bag..rolled the rifle up and killed the first dog at 15 yards. Second dog sidestepped and was killed at 10 yards. A third dog had joined and now turned. I gut shot it, then finished it with my last in-rifle load.

DAMN, that was fast. 3 year old is bawling, I'm trying to calm her....and 5 year old calmly says "here come another one"......

I turn and a larger yote looking dog is coming in..FAST and low. I have extra shells in my bluejeans, UNDER my camo pants. I can't seem to get to them....I pull the girls to me and kick the dog as it makes a grab at the 3 year old. He rolls away, growling. I slam him with the rifle..HARD...and he spins away. My fingers touch the extra shell in my pocket. I think the dog reads my face and bolts away....across the cut corn. ERROR....75 yards going straight away and I peel him from back to front along the spine with that 25/06.

The dog spins and yelps, flopping around. I have one shell left. I ain't wasting it on his ass...we have 1/2 mile to go to the truck. The 5 year old says "if I'd had my 22 it would of been a shootout"...and the 3 year old is scared to go into the woods for years afterward.

The lesson here is what would of happened if your wife had taken your daughters for a walk at the hunting club while you hunted elsewhere on the property...and ran into those dogs?????