.410 shotgun with a hair trigger

My Mom's weapon of choice when I was growing up was a .410 shotgun with a hair trigger. I still remember the hole it created in the kitchen floor (forever thereafter used to sweep the dirt into - fell straight to the basement) after a scurry to get it loaded in time to scare away the pack of dogs that attacked the chicken coop every once in awhile.

Back then, you didn't mess with the Mitchell clan.