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Originally Posted by Targan
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Two years ago on this coming Sept 23, I had an work order to get a reading on the electric meter of a house. The house sat on about 1 1/2 acres, I couldn't see the meter from the fence. I went into the yard and 4 rotts and another dog came flying around the corner. For some reason they they weren't happy to see me. I threw a notepad I had in my hand at them which had about as much results as you'd expect. I had on my toolbag with a pair of pliers, a large screwdriver and a wrench. I whipped out my pliers and laid into the dogs until one ripped the pliers out of my hand. Out with my screwdriver, stabbing. I don't know if it was the same dog twice or two different dogs, but I hit under a jaw twice but not hard enough to penetrate. By this time I had backed up past the gate and was getting cornered and the fence was not the kind you could dive over with a pack of dogs on your heels. There was kind of a break where I and the dogs just looked at each other, evaluating. I remember thinking "I really need to get out of here, these bastards are going to kill me". So I charged them. They backed off a foot or so. I kept rushing at them until eventually I got back to the gate and managed to get out. I ended up with stitches in two places on my right hand, along with bite/scratches on every finger of that hand, one bite on my left wrist where you can still see the individual teeth marks, a bite on my left calf, and a bruise that stretched from my right butt cheek down to the inside of my knee. I think I got that one when I was charging them, one kind of got behind me. I had blood all over my shirt, on my back, even on top of my hardhat. I don't know why I didn't whip off my hardhat and use it as a weapon, didn't think of it. It was the most intense 15 seconds of my life!