There I was working in the garage, still wet outside from the early morning rain shower. I heard the enemy in the tree line, they had crossed over my perimeter. I had the shotgun loaded leaning against the shop press, loaded with my usual combination. Number 8 in the chamber followed by two number 6 and two number 4. I knew I was at the advantage, I had my Camo hat on, the sun at my back, I was barefoot, and I knew my property like the back of my hand. I silently made my way toward the last known location of the enemy. I had remembered everything from the military when I gave my public speech in NCO Leadership School on "Shotgun Tactics in Law Enforcement Operations." I knew I was trained for this type of operation as no one else could be. I moved into the tree line like a ghost, I could feel every twig that could give me away under my bare feet. Slowly I stalked my way closer. I felt a Deer fly tagging the back of my neck, I cursed myself for having my hair cut short, I took the bite like a man, pain would have to wait. I was close now, I made my way to a massive fallen Jack Pine. I walked half of its length, its rough jagged bark biting at my bare feet. I stopped I felt as if I was being watched, the butt of the shotgun had already been firmly planted into my shoulder, I froze, not moving my head I shifted my eyes to the right, there he was, 10 feet from my position, watching me . In one fluid it motion the barrel swung, the hammer dropped, the concussion ringing in my ears, automatically without thinking I pumped the slide and chambered another round, it was not needed. The body of the enemy exploded, it was a confirmed kill, nothing but bits of flesh stuck to the leaves. I felt a feeling of satisfaction come over me, I knew the berries and vegetables in my garden were safe for now. There will be more Chipmunks attacking soon. I will be ready, believe me I will be ready.