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1994 - Hiking with fellow students in this area, before it was so built up. We came around a corner and could see a dog alert and start charging us straight down the road.
He was still a long way off, so we stopped. I had already got used to carrying a couple of good sized rocks where ever I went. The dogs in Ecuador are quite "thrilling".
I waited until the dog was in range and the gods smiled on me that day. My rock hit the road directly in front of the dog, bouncing up into his chest.
The dog stopped in his tracks, turned around and ran the other way. We turned around and went back they way we came and then found a nice spot on the river to drink some wine and bask in our victory.