I'm sure when the SHTF you guys will have lots of time for selecting your equipment.
Heehee. I was living in Roswell, renting a room in a nice, big house from a guy who did consulting in another state, so he was only home about 6 days out of the month. Great setup for everyone.
I had my little American Eskimo, Stardust, who weighed about 23 lbs at the time. Stardust is a sweet dog, but a real wuss. She'll chase anything, but a cat can stand her off. (And one jumped us from ambush one night, but that's another story.)
Anyway, I got home, and opened the back door to let Stardust out, and she was off like a shot. I was right behind her, and saw she was chasing a decent sized raccoon! The 'coon ran to the nearest pine tree, jumped up onto the trunk, then, at about 4',
turned and came back down.
A coon is, lb for lb, a hell of a lot of fight, and this was coming for my well-loved dog who a juvenile cat could lick. I bolted inside for the weapons.
Made it to the bedroom, and I'm thinking, "Which gun? Which gun?" I could probably explain to the satisfaction of the police why I had discharged a firearm within city limits, but I would prefer not to have to go through the trouble. I grabbed my 10/22, frantically searched for my subsonic Dynamit Nobel loads, and thumbed them in the magazine, and dashed back towards the back door, dreading what I would find.
My cute little girl was standing at the back door, waving her tail, obviously proud as could be. I think, if I had to do it over again, I would've just looked for a nearby pine branch.
So, anyway, having a lot of guns can indeed challenge you, when it's time to use (at least) one!
John