Has anyone tried the stun baton on themselves ?

cyberspace said:
If you guys really think these stun devices work on larger aggressive animals, you should think twice before attempting to use it for self defense. These junk are gimmicky devices that do not work against real world vicious/ aggressive animals that will only aggravate them even further and attack you. You can watch this video below of people using everything at their disposal, pepper spray, taser, stun stick, batons, hot water, kicks, punches, etc. to try to get the pitbull off, but all attempts failed to deter the dog. Imagine a scenario using it against a grizzly bear or wolves that are larger animals, is like committing a suicide! Stun devices are basically useless, which is sort of like shooting a bear with a nerf or water toy gun! You can watch the video link below.

[video]http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=bfd_1461477177[/video]
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A 10$ carved piece of oak, called a bite stick is what you need. Fairly easy to break the bite when actually working the jaw, rather than pulling it off which just makes it grip stronger. They were bred to bait Bulls, a punch isn't going to stop a game pit bull.
 
VinnyQC said:
Sometimes you see a thread and just before you click the link you "ho, this is gonna be good...". This is one of those thread.

A friend of mine once tried a 1,000,000 volts system that was installed on a briefcase. The handle could become electrified with a remote control if you got your briefcase stolen. So he tried it on himself. According to him, every muscle in his body got tense, so he clenched to the briefcase handle while doing a nazi salute, but the funny part is allegedly his saliva gland compressed or something so he spit what seemed like a gallon of saliva.

Unfortunately, most animals have much, much different pain threshold than mens. Their fur also protect them a bit from the discharge of a taser/stun baton. I wouldn't rely on something like that to defend myself against a bear, that's for sure. A pitbull, a rotweiller or some other kind of attack dog? Neither. The pain area of their brain kind of shuts down when they engage in a fight; some animals won't ever feel any pain at all until they're dead. Or at least until the fight is over.

Fortunately for you, coyotes are wimp. They mostly run away from humans if you just yell at them.
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This be true fer sure. A few weeks back, I was on the trail with my Lab and was passing a dopey fat gal with a cross breed lab & the dumb loser let the critter come over to my one as we were passing. One sniff, and her fookin' mutt goes mental trying to get at my pooch. I had my stun cane and layed it over the mutt's back with the trigger on full time. Had no effect until I got to the wet spot.(The nose.)

Should'a heard that mental mutt huffin' & puffin' trying to keep up the battle. I just kept on going leaving the
dumb sh*t to ponder the error of her ways. Ain't seen the idiot since.

I've scared off all sorts of bears, cats & such with the Stun Cane but a determined dog that wants to fight wont stop until the owner takes charge or the other owner smashes the dog's skull in.

I've since gone back to using my steel reinforced bamboo cane for dog defence and alert oncoming morons to reel in their critters before they get close enough to size each other up. I teach folks on the trail to always redirect their dogs with a treat whilst passing to avoid doggy confrontation. The worst thing folks do on the trail is to stop on the side and wait for the other dog walker to go by.

BIG FAT NO-NO! Both must keep on going in their separate directions while keeping their dogs focused on the treat & the walk.
 
Landro said:
I can't resist:

Last weekend I saw something on CGN that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife, Toni. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, stun baton. The effects of the baton were suppose to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety.... WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. Awesome!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave. Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries,... right?

There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, taser in another.

The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries) thinking to myself, "no possible way!" What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best..... I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it master," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.... I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it.

I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY MOTHER, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION@!@$$!% !@*!!! I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs. The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again, do it again!" Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second burst would be considered conservative. SON-OF-A- ... that hurt like hell!!!

A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantle of the fireplace. How did they get up there??? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novacaine, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still looking for my testicles. I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return. Still in shock...
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Quoted as applause. Slow clap.
 
I was out walking my westie the other night around midnight. While walking home I spotted a dog which turned out to be a small coyote running like hell, ran right pass us, no more than 15 feet away. My westie didn't even get a chance to blink. Never figured out what it was running from. Also reminds me a coyote that followed us for a block, I waved my arms at it but it wasn't the least bit afraid. Threw some doggie treats at it which it stopped to eat and so we went home. Coyotes are too damn smart in Vancouver.
 
Landro, you earned this.

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Landro said:
I can't resist:

Last weekend I saw something on CGN that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife, Toni. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, stun baton. The effects of the baton were suppose to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety.... WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. Awesome!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave. Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries,... right?

There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, taser in another.

The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries) thinking to myself, "no possible way!" What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best..... I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it master," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.... I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it.

I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY MOTHER, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION@!@$$!% !@*!!! I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs. The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again, do it again!" Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second burst would be considered conservative. SON-OF-A- ... that hurt like hell!!!

A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantle of the fireplace. How did they get up there??? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novacaine, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still looking for my testicles. I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return. Still in shock...
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Best post of the year!

My wife ask what i was laughing my ass off. When i managed to compose myself enough to explain it to her, she said "men be stupid" and stormed off. I refused to read it!
 
Love how both dogs in that video just go off and wonder away on their own. I assumed they were someone's beloved pet with all the effort they were putting into that.
 
Future303 said:
The problem with stun batons is that they stop working the moment you stop zapping your target. Good luck keeping the probes stuck to an angry bear.

The noise from the electric arc is probably more likely to scare them off. You're better off carrying a 12 gauge loaded with those rubber barnacle balls instead. You might need to fire like 4 into a bear before they get the picture and take off.
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In north eastern Alberta, many bear aversion specialists use 12 gauge solid rubber bullets to get black bears motivated to go elsewhere.

They most often only need to pull the trigger just once, & always shoot them only in the ass cheeks to prevent internal organ damage.
 
I knew a guy who tried one on his big toe. His leg shot straight up in the air and he kneed himself resulting in a black eye that made Tyson look like a chump lol.
 
Landro said:
I can't resist:

Last weekend I saw something on CGN that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife, Toni. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, stun baton. The effects of the baton were suppose to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety.... WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. Awesome!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave. Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries,... right?

There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, taser in another.

The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries) thinking to myself, "no possible way!" What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best..... I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it master," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.... I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it.

I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY MOTHER, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION@!@$$!% !@*!!! I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs. The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again, do it again!" Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second burst would be considered conservative. SON-OF-A- ... that hurt like hell!!!

A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantle of the fireplace. How did they get up there??? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novacaine, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still looking for my testicles. I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return. Still in shock...
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Ask the kitty for the whereabouts of your nards. Probably way under the couch with the rest of the toys.

Thanks for posting and giving everyone a good chuckle. đź‘Ťđź‘Ť
 
I would think that would be right up there with throwing a concrete block with a 15 foot rope attached to it out of a three story building window with the other end tied around your testicles... not a really bright idea. IMHO
 
Undergiver said:
My Jack Russell was attacked last summer by a Pit Bull, nearly killed him. He had to get 30 stitches and I think the only thing that saved him from dying was me getting in-between my dog and the Pit bull. I hate the dam breed and they should be banned outright in Canada.
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Blame the owners not the breed
my pit bull has been attacked on 2 occasions when we were walking, in neither case did he start or retaliate
the last time he wound up with 5 stitches in his face
 
coyotebc said:
Blame the owners not the breed
my pit bull has been attacked on 2 occasions when we were walking, in neither case did he start or retaliate
the last time he wound up with 5 stitches in his face
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Yes, that's right. I suppose the reason why 90% of dog attacks are done by pit bulls is because their owners are all retarded.
Maybe we should neuter pit bull owners instead of blaming the breed.
 
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