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@ Die Geister
2025-05-18 02:42:10
It was dark last night. The window was open to let In the cool night air. I could see the boat and car in the dim glow of the carport light. I was sleeping in my shorts and long t-shirt. A Ruger LCP2 in my right cargo pocket, two spare magazines in the left small pocket.
Our cat "Kali" woke me from a deep sleep.
She was bouncing from bed to window and back. I glanced at the clock. Only 21:40hrs.
Then I heard what Kali was shook up about.
Sounded like a prowler rummaging through the
area of the carport. I quietly rose, and slipped on
my slides. I lifted my little derringer from the
nightstand. A small gun chambered in .45 Long
Colt and 3" .410 gauge. I had it loaded for defence with two handloaded shells. Each a 300 grain Sierra Softpoint with 23.4 grains of H110 behind them. Awesome loading but severe recoil in a pocket pistol.
I slipped outside quietly. My motion lights came
on in sequence as I moved towards the carport.
The intruders saw me at the same time I saw them. Two of them rascals. They charged me. I took aim at the fast moving targets, picked the lead one and shot. The muzzle flash was a brilliant fireball lighting up the darkness. I had missed the target But the noise and flash turned the two around. They disappeared into the forest. The neighborhood was awake now.
I hate these armadillos. Now I have two more little diggers to hunt.