Infamous Critters I've Killed!

[cam5e]

In the spirit of the outstanding "Mole Killing" thread I thought I'd share a story.

Several years ago I was renting a cottage in Northern Michigan. My dog Sports Fan, know by those who loved simply as “Sport” was my roommate and constant companion. "Sport", having just recently been introduced to rural living took to it with great gusto. In fact what he took to was attacking any Porcupine that had the poor taste to wander through our yard. "Sport" was a Greyhound /Labrador mix and was more than a match in speed for the slothful Porcupine.

Besides the obvious that having Porcupine quills stuck in one’s throat, snout and face must hurt like bloody hell, it’s also an expensive trip to the Vet’s office. "Sport" was unwilling to get a job and contribute to the family finances, thus, I was drafted into his war upon Porcupine. I resolved that no Porcupine would ever survive an encounter with me.

Fast forward to Christmas Eve 2000. Having left work early and enjoyed a “Few” adult beverages at a local watering hole, I decided that I needed a hot shower and change of clothes, as I was to scheduled to present myself at the girlfriends parents home for Dinner that evening.

Upon exiting the shower I heard Sport barking like mad. I looked out the window and sure as hell the “enemy” was invading our yard. With no thought to my own personal safety, and oblivious to the fact that the “Cold and Flu” season was upon us, I grabbed my Double barrel 16 Ga shotgun. I ran onto the front porch, took steady aim and touched off both barrels. That Porcupine never had a chance! He was quite dead. The enemy Porcupine soundly dispatched to the afterlife (and feeling a bit proud my victory) I relaxed, took a deep breath and looked around.

It was then that I noticed two important facts: One, that the neighbors were out decorating their Cottage for the holidays. Observation number Two, I was in fact quite naked (“Bare beam and buck naked” is the phrase my grandmother would have used). Embarrassed, I waved, covered myself was well as I could and retreated back into my Cottage.

Needless to say I wasn’t invited over to the neighbors for many months and then only if I promised to wear clothes and leave the firearms at home.

[Steve Frederick]

[Miriam C.]

Armed and dangerous.

[Dean in Eureka, CA]

I bagged a chipmunk when I was 11 years old... Dad made me eat it.
I never shot any more little critters after that.

[cam5e]

My Dad was always pretty clear that killing "Varmits" was okay. Anything else you'd be cleaning it for dinner. That insured the safety of the birds at our feeder.

[Ma3tt]

Living in an urban area and with so many critters on the protected list, and not really being into killing, I now use an airsoft bb pistol it leaves a mark and is pretty accurate to 50 feet. I "encouraged" a raccoon to leave my pond the other morning, a little rush of adrenaline at 3:30 a.m.

[Gaston]

My neighbor "bagged" a raccoon last week with his new Dodge magnum wagon. Lower valance, bumper cover, radiator, A/C condenser, underbody cover all wiped out. the bill so far is around $1700.00 and climbing!!
He swears its the last time he's doing road kill hunting.

[doug hodder]

Gaston...I know that JunkMan bagged a racoon with his VW on the way to Minden last year...as I recall. He had some valance damage too...Doug

[asianflava]

Ran over a rabbit the other day.

[madjack]

...remind me to tell ya 'bout the time I ran thru a pack of Coyotes, while driving an 18 wheeler, out in West Texas about 3 in the morning...now that was a deal for sure
madjack

[doug hodder]

MJ...now that is one way to "grease" the drive line...saw it happen with a flock of sheep in Nevada, outside of Battle Mt....doug

[madjack]

MJ...now that is one way to "grease" the drive line...saw it happen with a flock of sheep in Nevada, outside of Battle Mt....doug

...yep, I was flinging Coyote parts form Van Horn to damn near SanAntone ...the BlueBeacon at the Petro in SA told me to "goway"...they weren't gonna clean that mess in their wash bay!!!!
madjack

[angib]

A friend hit a flock of sheep at dusk, at high speed - it wrote off the car, having even dented the roof. He had swerved to the oncoming side of the road, thinking (wrongly) he could drive around the flock.

As he stepped out of the car, the farmer (shepherd) came up to him and shook him warmly by the hand, thanking him for his thoughtfulness. Andrew was surprised by this until the shepherd pointed out that his swerve meant that he'd missed the shepherd's sheepdog. He was quite happy to 'sell' the sheep to Andrew's insurance company, but not his dog....

Andrew

[Ira]

When I was a kid in summer camp, I used to drop boulders on snakes sunning themselves on the rocks from a walkbridge above--splitting them in half.

I love animals, but I think whis was some kind of penis-envy behavior:

I mean, those snakes were so BIG--and I wasn't.

(100% true--all of it.)

[bledsoe3]

When I was a kid in summer camp, I used to drop boulders on snakes sunning themselves on the rocks from a walkbridge above--splitting them in half.

I love animals, but I think whis was some kind of penis-envy behavior:

I mean, those snakes were so BIG--and I wasn't.

(100% true--all of it.)

Too much information.