I used to live on City Island..a pretty safe neighborhood in the north Bronx....my dad was a cop who carried whenever he went out...one night, after dinner, he decided to take a walk up to the main avenue...this one time he decided to leave his gun off his hip. As he turned the corner from our block, some punk ripped an aerial off a car and came at my dad screaming how he hated cops. My dad instinctively went for his gun, which wasn't there...luckily, he kept his hand on his hip and bluffed him, telling him to drop the antenna or he'd blow his head off. It worked....but my dad never left his gun home after that night.
Recently I had a somewhat similar, although nowhere near as serious, reminder to always have a gun with me.
I've live-trapped 5 Raccoons & 2 Feral Cats near one of our Pole Barns over the last 6 wk's or so and every night I check the trap a couple of times. Even though it's only about 50 yd's over there I usually slip on my fanny pack that has my gun & spare ammo in it, just in case.
A couple of weeks ago I picked up my fanny pack before a "trap check", thought about it for a second and said, what the heck, leave it here this time.
I get about 20-25 yd's from the house when I hear a couple of Coyote's, which sound like they're right where I'm heading for. Since I'm outside many times throughout the night, usually hittin' a cigar, I hear Coyote's all of the time but this time was different.
This time, instead of a yappy type of bark, they were making a, low, deep, gutteral growling sound mixed in with a different sounding, low pitched, "yap." The hair immediately stood up on the back of my neck & arms and I stopped, reached down and thought, uh oh, maybe I better go back and get "something." I did.
I have never felt the need for having a gun in my hand while checking the live trap, but when I went back out there I did. Knowing that if the first 2 rounds of .410 000 Buck out of The Governor didn't drive any frisky Coyote's off that the remaining four, 45 Colt 250 gr. Speer GDHP's would probably be enough to deal with them made me feel a little better about being out there.
Since then I've been a good boy and never leave my toys in the house when going outside to play.