We have loaded guns on hooks above exterior doors but not for shooting people. I wouldn't have any problems killing anybody getting wild and crazy such as in an invasion; been shot at myself many years back in lower 48; never forgot those orange flashes either, ha. I've grabbed enough flopping caribou by horns and cut their throats; that sorta thing doesn't faze me either.
I just don't think that I'd want to live in an environment where my family might be subjected to such violence, crime, and headaches; just too many other good places to call home.
I read about all these home invasions and wonder if it's really getting that bad?
WE once had a couple drunk Indians kick the door in, thinking it was their cabin, no joke. Indians kinda lose their minds with booze. Our plott hounds tore them up, chased them down the road; I didn't even get a chance to find out who they were until nx day when the entire village was talking about our maneaters. When the Indians told me I should shoot those dogs, I told them why would I do a thing like that? Them dogs being such a good judge of character and all, ha ha; left them wondering?
My neighbor across the road has a wonderful rottweiler. She's too, is a good judge of character and a great protector of all adopted territory. When Sadie barks, we listen.
Last summer, some punks were run off by Sadie. Later, the sheriff had an anonymous telephone call reporting a "vicious dog running loose, chasing joggers;" given the county has a leash law on the books.
When the sheriff's deputy stopped by to investigate, my neighbor was ordered to tie Sadie up. Naturally, a sheriff's visit is a big deal, so we asked what happened. We requested the neighbor NOT comply. And if anyone ever asked, we couldn't recall Sadie ever being loose.
A few weeks later, about a half-mile down the road, a home invasion turned ugly for the unprepared occupant. Fortunately, it led to a arrests and convictions. Another plead guilty yesterday. One of them was recently parolled just before the home invasion.
Nothing better than being in the company of Samuel Colt's equilizer and man's best friend.
Cheers,
OLA