Anyone had to quick draw on an animal?

Walking my wood lot MANY years back. I came across a Raccoon walking in a circle. Put a couple 22s in him. Brought the carcass to Univ. of CT Pathology lab to check for Rabies. He had Distemper, so not a huge issue.

A knife in a school? not in CT, can't quite figure out what they use in the kitchens.
My older dog was walking in a circle after she badly reacted to a rabies shot. She has about 95% recovered from it.
 
In my early LE days my partner and I answered an alarm call and was walking back to our cars when we heard a dog approaching aggressively on our 6. I turned around quickly drew my trusty model 66 in a flash and was preparing to fire at a charging pit bull. Just before the shots rang out, the chain he was attached to ran out. Saved the dogs life and maybe ours
Mine wasn't that dramatic. Or necessary. Out in the sticks, either on a security check or responding to a call, can't remember. Alone with nothing but darkness around I hear a sound swivel and draw and my flashlight lights up the horse that wonders WTH I'm doing in his area and if I had any treats.
 
Have a small poultry farm. A little less than 200 animals including chickens, turkeys, ducks, rabbits. So 4 legged critters are not uncommon and some ive had to fast draw on. Raccoons, possums, fox, coyote, bobcat, woodchuck, squirrels. Seen bear tracks, thankfully not the bear that went with them.

Some i put down, others i just wanted to scare off. Others became lunch. But all the same if you ever wonder how long it would take you to react and shoot on target from cc? This is about the safest way to find out and in my case multiple distances and moving targets. Oh, don't shoot a rabbit with a 45 and go through the head and the rest of the body, it ruined lunch. Bacon wrapped groundhog is awesome.
 
<<Bacon wrapped groundhog is awesome.>>

And you can have it over and over!
 
Back in 2002 I was up in Cache County fishing the Little Bear river. I was walking the bank and stepped over a log right on a rattle snake. It started to coil and I jumped back, dropped my pole,tackle box & Foster's. Drew my 29 and fired hitting mid body ,second shot was about 5-6" back from head and 3rd hit right behind head. I then realized it had a Voal in it's mouth. I stepped on him having lunch. I then noticed my Foster's landed upright. I picked up my pole ,hooked the throughly blown up snake and my beer . My friends wife snapped a pic.20260517_103550.webp
 
About 80 lbs ago I was a cyclist. I would ride in 50 and 100 mile rides and used to carry pepper spray until I had to use it on a rampant pit bull once and it blew back into my face.
Started carrying a little NAA .22 mag in my cycling shirt pocket. I discharge it on two occasions both of which scared the dog off. Its a scary ordeal having a dog chase you when your shoes are locked into the pedals.
 
The day I out-drew a snapping turtle.
One pleasant Sunday afternoon, many years ago in my youth, two cousins and I were shooting snapping turtles in Grandpop’s pond. He hated snapping turtles. We only saw small ones that surfaced to breath, presenting their head as a thumb-sized target. The cousins were using 22 rifles and I had my Super Blackhawk in a Bianchi gunfighter belt and holster rig, using Remington 44 Special lead round-nose loads. We were doing ok on the turtles, but I used up all my ammo, except for a beltful of ‘healthy’ Remington 240 gr. JSP Magnums, so I quit. As we were walking away from the pond, a large turtle flushed from the bank into the creek. Its shell was about a foot long. The cousins emptied their rifles into it and it started drifting down the creek. As I now had the only loaded gun, I was tasked to go pull it out of the water. It seemed to be dead, but when I grabbed its tail and pulled, it turned out to be far from dead, and tried to bite my fingers right off. I jumped back, drew and fired. As I tell it, I may have been in the air when the Magnum bullet struck that turtle just behind the eyes. I momentarily saw the bottom of that creek. The cousins were soaked and muddy, and that big Oklahoma snapper was now undoubtedly dead, with most of its head gone. That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it!
Funny, but I'm sure it wasn't when he turned on you. Those things or not a joking matter. I had a very close call with one once when picking up a jug line.
Your description of being in the air when you pulled the trigger reminded me of an incident my dad was involved in. Not a handgun story but shotgun. My dad, an uncle and I were quail hunting on my grandparents' farm. We were walking a fence line and suddenly my dad I swear jumped three feet in the air, hollered like a banshee and shot at the ground. The reason being a very large serpent with a missing head. It turned out to be a large king snake, but my dad had almost stepped on it and didn't take the time to do a due diligence identification. Like you, I swear I think my dad was in the air when he pulled the trigger.
 
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