Seems there was another coyote attack in NH a few days ago, and this time the dog stood and delivered.
The woman involved in the Monday morning attack didn’t want to be identified. Her 4-year-old dog, Mac, has too many wounds to count and is wearing a pain patch on his hind leg but was credited with fighting off the coyote.
The woman and her dog were attacked while they were walking in a field on her property. Her husband heard her screams and drove his truck to separate them from the wild animal.
He drove his truck… A truck? I thought guns were common and accepted in NH. Why in heck didn’t SHE shoot the “wild animals?” Or at least why didn’t he? Seems to me that a truck is a mighty unhandy weapon in close quarters.
Mamaliberty;
As much as it pains me to say this, most of us don’t tote guns with us when we’re futzing around the property. i don’t, anyway.
When I go out and about, into the place where there are other people, I do, but on my own property?
Not unless it’s deer season or something.
Of course, I’ve taken pains to train the wild animals in my area to not screw with me, so I don’t generally fear attack by wild animals, even though we’re in bear, wolf, cougar, and moose country up here.
I’m just shocked at all of these coyote attacks. How unheard of. Coyotes have never been an animal that I’ve even considered fearing. Cougar, bear, and wolves? Yeah, I’m on my A-game when they are around, but coyotes just never even occurred to me.
Good dog, by the way. Good dog.
Whoosagooboy? Huh? Whooseagooboy?
A buddy of mine and his nuke-plant coworkers (I say that part so you know they can do some math) figured the caliber of a pickup after one of them clobbered a deer. It was large. The caliber, that is. The deer was just a large splotch.
Each to his/her own, Goober. 🙂 I’ve never been attacked on my property either, but it could happen at any time. I came very close to it one day when I didn’t see a deer in time… She was behind my car and I went around to get something out of the passenger side. She evidently didn’t see me either until I was almost on top of her. Very, very tense moment there. I didn’t want to have to shoot her, but I would have if it had been necessary. I stood very still and waited… and she finally turned and ran away. But she was ready to stomp me good in the first few seconds.
I have not gone out of my back door unarmed in ten years, and never will. No matter how small the chance of attack, by man or beast, it will never be zero. I’m too weak, small and old to have a lot of other options.
Mamaliberty;
Yeah, to each his own is right. I wish more folks could live like that I’m sure you do, too.
Actually according to the linked story the man did fire shots – just not at the coyote because it was mixing it up with his wife at the tiime. I have forgone shots before, when the thing I’d like to have shot was too close to one of the dogs.
My understanding is the coyotes in that region, northeast U.S. Have quite a bit of dog and wolf DNA in them. Can make them unpredictable and maybe more aggressive. It is not uncommon for Coyotes to bite people in and around Tucson. When I here of an attack I always wonder why no one had a gun. In 87, I was visiting with my parents in Northern AZ. They had an outhouse at the time. First nite I headed to it Dad handed me a flashlight and revolver. Outhous hae no door so one had to check for snakes and watch for coyotes.
No door? Bet that was fun in a cold wind. LOL Worst thing that every got to me in an outhouse was ants. The camp had not been used for a whole season, and we got there just at dusk. Still light enough that I thought I didn’t need a flashlight, and I had to go BAD… so went in and sat down. Was almost immediately covered with ants from the waist down to my knees. Not the biting kind, thank goodness, just common little black ants. Millions of them.
Thought I’d lose my mind before we got them all off of me. I hate ants… I had a gun… doesn’t always help. 🙂
Begs the classic question . . . “What gun for ants?”
I carry on my own property. and when I am on the trails which is just about every day. There are coyotes all over the place. Some of them look more like wolves. The coyotes have so far been driven off by a warning shot on the two occasions I have done so.
I have had them pace us a little way off on the trail and have come face to face with one several times.
On one occasion two coyotes were sunning themselves about 50 feet from our front door. The other was out walking with two of our dogs. One dog was on a leash the other,, big enough to handle a coyote took out after and drove it off.and then trotted back to us. The coyote turned and followed and nipped her. .
I don’t know how true this but I heard this from a source that swore it was. A woman was attacked and bitten here and supposedly later died..
Clearly an “up East” dog, too. My Boxer has caught a couple of ‘yotes who got inside the fence around my back yard. One of them got away, but the other one didn’t.
I won’t get off into what happens when a Skunk gets into her personal back yard, because none of us were too happy about that, but the Skunk perished in the process of things going downhill.
I generally don’t throw lead at the ‘yotes who are in sight from the back yard, because my neighbor has a shed, a tractor, and a couple of boats parked out there. They have to be in the right places before I’d shoot at them. OTOH, I am almost always capable of shooting at them, if a .45ACP or suchlike handgun is sufficient.
The ‘yotes down here in Lower Arkansas know better than to mess around with dogs or people very much. They generally don’t survive the messing around the first time.
“As much as it pains me to say this, most of us don’t tote guns with us when we’re futzing around the property. i don’t, anyway.”
Hmmm. I do. I’m on a little less than an acre in what is now a suburb, but I carry in the yard. I have had critters come over the wire a few times, including a mountain lion many years ago. The area has built up since then, but Pete Puma did lurk this area in the 1990s. We still get other beasties.
My then 6 month old puppy ran a fairly sturdy sized ‘yote out of our back yard a few months back. I got home from a very long drive to Nor Cal and let the hound out in the dark back yard, went out to get her and see two streaks running across the back.
Mind you, this 6 month old was then 50 pounds, now closer to 80; the coyote was pushing maybe 30 pounds and was likely one I had seen brazenly haunting the yard perimeter in the weeks before.
We are making a move to a more rural area. I’ll be carrying all the time there as I hope will be the wife. The mutt should be approaching 100# by then. I’m hoping I won’t have to truck any wild canids.
Carried everywhere for decades (much of that was job related, some wasn’t). Summers on Grandma’s farm, which became mine 30 years later, something that went bang! was always at hand or on hip.
Few years back, living in a pleasant, affluent suburb of (location redacted), with excellent police operations, good schools and well kept lawns, I walked into my fenced backyard on a Saturday morn, armed with only a coffee cup. About two minutes later I had a hole in my right thigh from the neighbor’s German Shepherd who had dug under the fence, established property rights over my yard, and decided I was an intruder.
While I spent much of my youth and my entire adult life armed everywhere but in the shower, I did not think I needed to be armed in my fenced back yard.
I was wrong.
Since that moment I have never opened a door to the outside, nor visited it, without a gun in my hand or on my hip. Lesson learned.
I’m always carrying something 7.62 or above (only that little because Tokarev). I live in the country. There’s little around here to kill you, but several that can hurt you, & I don’t have the option of running.
Nosmo: “everywhere but in the shower”? I don’t have one in the shower, but there’s one a couple of feet away. I think like a crook. When someone’s bathing or…otherwise occupied in the bathroom would be the ideal time to kick in the front door. Almost nobody’s armed in the smallest room. That’s why I am.