Toos Day
Good morning all.
It's Tuesday morning. The birds are singing, the horses are quietly eating and drinking. The Quail are scratching.
And the Gawd Damn Squirrels are hiding!
The Great White Hunter (that's me) took out another one of those pesky things.
Kathy and I were having a quiet moment last night watching the Quail walk around looking for tidbits. When I spied one of them. Kathy says, "Now how the hell did he get into our backyard?"
I said I dont' know but I know how he's leaving, in a bag. And I went and got my trusty side arm. Yes a 6 inch 9 shot .22 with snake shot. I am loaded for Bear. Or at lease Squirrel.
I fired once, and the bastard eluded me. Like one of those cartoon squirrels he ran back and forth taunting me. Then he stopped. Dead still. Thinking I couldn't see him hiding in the small bush. He recognized that I didn't have my glasses on and he though he was camoflauged well.
HA! I winged him. Then he flipped and flopped and it was over. Score one for the great white hunter, ME.
Just so you don't feel too badly for them I have included a picture of one that Kathy tried to take out last week. They do fight back.
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It's Tuesday morning. The birds are singing, the horses are quietly eating and drinking. The Quail are scratching.
And the Gawd Damn Squirrels are hiding!
The Great White Hunter (that's me) took out another one of those pesky things.
Kathy and I were having a quiet moment last night watching the Quail walk around looking for tidbits. When I spied one of them. Kathy says, "Now how the hell did he get into our backyard?"
I said I dont' know but I know how he's leaving, in a bag. And I went and got my trusty side arm. Yes a 6 inch 9 shot .22 with snake shot. I am loaded for Bear. Or at lease Squirrel.
I fired once, and the bastard eluded me. Like one of those cartoon squirrels he ran back and forth taunting me. Then he stopped. Dead still. Thinking I couldn't see him hiding in the small bush. He recognized that I didn't have my glasses on and he though he was camoflauged well.
HA! I winged him. Then he flipped and flopped and it was over. Score one for the great white hunter, ME.
Just so you don't feel too badly for them I have included a picture of one that Kathy tried to take out last week. They do fight back.
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So how did you get the little guy to hold still for the picture?
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I didn't get him to hold still. I just found that one. But he is probably a stuffed squirrel. Really the only good squirrel is a stuffed one. Stuffed with lead, stuffed with cotton. Don't much matter.
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Now...can youjust tell me how to dispose of the fish that almost causedmy house toburn down.
I told Bill about your idea of smacking them to death and he is hell bent on flushing them down the toilet...I think I would rather deal with the furry pests not the scaley ones...
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Flush:
Freeze:
Shoot:
Hammer:
Doesn't matter just fish.
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Ok then I'ma gonna give one of them there methods a go and see if'n I can't dispose of 'em in a most humane matter,,then maybe we could fry 'em up on the grill for hors du vors..
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