My tenants complain about the attack goats on my farm (she sent me this pick Saturday):
They've got mean streaks a
mile wide
I am not much of a hunter, birds mostly and the occasional ground hog. However, running rivers as both a kayaker and a boatman for the last 35 plus years has brought me into close contact with a number of woodland denizens.
Growing up we always used my father's .45 Colt Commander as primary defense while on the river, with me as bait.
In camp we did all the right things wrt food and other attractive nuisances and I got to man the 12 gauge with slugs.
We got bounced quite a bit but we never had to fire.
Pretty much the same when Jack and I camp today.