I guess cats aren't the only ones who do that when they're upset.
LOL!
But really, must we throw around terms like "belligerent"? I mean, they were trying to kill him, I'd be ticked off too.
Moreover, why didn't those brazen, cowboy-diplomacy-driven cops consider going to the United Nations to get a few dozen resolutions, wait 12 years for the moose to comply and then go to the UN again, only to get dozens of 3rd parties to shout "DONT KILL THE BELLIGERENT MOOSE!" and "THIS IS A WAR AGAIN MOOSESESES" and "POVERTY MADE THE MOOSE BELLIGERENT!" ???
Why oh why...
26 JAN 2002 | SENTINEL
About thirty minutes ago, while freeping, I heard my German Shepherd / Akita mix fighting with something out back where she is tied up here in Anchorage. I have seen a few foxes lately, and figured they wanted her food, so while running through my machine shop on the way to the back door, I grabbed the first thing I saw for a weapon, a 3 pound sledge. This mighty hammer with it's chipped orange painted head and hickory handle made me feel like the invincible Thor as I opened the door to see what it was that was keeping my guard dog so noisily busy.
MOOSE !! One female ...10 feet @ 12 o'clock and a large bull 15 feet out @ 10 o'clock, both trying to stomp the life out of my very angry dog ! Chesty (named of course after the Marine corps mascot) was somehow not only managing to stay out of the 4 very heavy hooves' way, but was repeatedly lungeing at the throats of the goofy looking clydesdale sized aggressors. My repeated USMC Drill instructor quality barks had no effect, and my valiant dog was flat out of rope. So I did what any good Marine would do...CHARGE !!
And with a blood curdling scream that William Wallace would be proud of, and a crappy chinese hammer, I took on 2500 pounds of Alaskan fury !
I am convinced that there is a merciful God in heaven, who saves wanna be superheroes from themselves.
The female instantly turned her anger toward me, as I grabbed the rope my mighty warrior of a dog was tied to, and lowered her fire-hydrant sized head to plow me over with. The steam from her breath wetted my face as I cracked her right between the eyes with the steel head of the mallet. I honestly remember worrying that the head of the cheap harbor freight sledge would fly off the handle because of how hard I swung it.
I then bolted the 10 feet back into the door of my shop, dog in tow and felt a little shove from a moose nose right as I entered the doorway. Chesty took one more bite as I dragged her past the cow moose which did not enter the shop as I feared it would.
The bull, luckily, had been pushed to the side by the cow when she came after me. I, without thinking, untied my dog, and told her to go back into the shop. She of course went right back out after the moose, who decided to bug out, and ran into the forest. What a good dog !
Although the sledgehammer and my hand both have some blood spatterring, it felt as though it had made contact with a main battle tank.
I think I'll go home and cook up some moose burgers, one for myself, and one for my dog, she's earned it !
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I've still got the dog, but next time I'll use the 12 guage !
Aww, that's too bad. I always like the Chief.