...and lots of firepower to give to you...
Okay, big ole apology to Tom Jones, but I'm lying in bed about 11:30PM last night with the windows open when the lion coughed. Gotta say, there are some noises that are hard-wired into our central nervous systems, noises that just cry out, "Climb a frickin' tree, you idiot!" A lion's cough — close by, apparentlly in my front yard — is one of those noises. I came out of bed with my hackles standing up and the SIG 226 in my hand, thinking, "Targets...targets...targets."
She was staking territory...the whole front yard now smells like lion piss, a refreshing change from last year's bear piss...and wasn't concerned with being subtle. After a few coughs every dog in the neighborhood went ballistic.
Since I'm doing my Wisconsin turnaround tomorrow, I left my Sweetie a little something precious for the big puss...the Alpha Precision S&W .44 Magnum, now fitted with a set of CT LaserGrips and stoked with 240-grain JHPs. I suggested she place red dot on puss, keep pulling the trigger until the gun is empty, then switch to Winchester Trapper, also in .44 Mag (which is now loaded with Winchester 300 grain hunting loads). Or vice versa. Either will work.
Here kitty kitty kitty here kitty... don't piss on my freakin' porch again!