As I hunted near the Camp Creek pasture fence, I came upon an opening. On the ground I spotted a distinct blood trail and canine tracks. I followed the trail into the woods and discovered a half-dozen stray dogs—one or two of which were sporting collars and rabies tags—standing over the carcass of a young cow. The dogs demonstrated their displeasure at my presence and adopted a threatening attitude. I sheathed the brick hammer I’d been using for digging and began to retrace my steps. At the same time I began to draw my recently purchased revolver loaded with .44 Special hollow-point ammo (a previous encounter with the Deliverance twins had convinced me of the efficaciousness of being adequately armed while woods-walking).
The dogs continued their menacing advance and I felt justified in deploying my revolver. I fired three times and dropped three of the four advancing on me. I again pulled the trigger—with no result! A closer glance at my revolver and I was horrified to find the hammer limply positioned past full-cock; the hammer spring had broken! While continuing my withdrawal, I held my detector in front of me, re-holstered my out-of-commission revolver, and drew from my right rear hip the USMC KA-BAR the guys in my unit had given me as a gift upon my discharge. I had modified this knife a la the late Chuck Karwan’s famous “Kar-Bar” and was grateful to possess it and felt confident should its usage become necessary. – Joseph Dombrowski