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Buckeye
Went out a few days ago to fill my bird feeder and discovered the cylindrical mesh screen that holds the feed had been chewed on. I immediately knew the culprit was Buddy, our neighborhood tree rat.
I didn't mind it so much that he'd help himself to a few sunflower seeds. Squirrels gotta eat to ya know!! But I won't tolerate damaging my bird feeder!!
So, I hauled out my ole Blackhawk OM .357 and loaded two CCI shot shells into the chambers and laid it on the desk by the front door. I cracked the storm door open and placed a stick at the bottom so as to not spook him off unlatching the door. Then I cracked the inside door open so he wouldn't hear it unlatch as well. Then I waited, sitting in my favorite chair reading the Sunday paper funny pages.
Pretty soon I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and there was Buddy raiding the bird feeder and chewing on the mesh!! SomBeech!!!
I got up walked to the front door picked up the Blackhawk and carefully opened the front door, took aim with my off hand (left) and fired. BOOM! Ole Buddy jumped a mile high and landed on the porch. Apparently dazed and stunned for a moment. I cocked the .357 again... and just as he recovered and swapped ends to run off...... nailed him with a Texas heart shot and he jumped again and fell...... deader than a door nail on the porch.
Wife gave me a little bit of a hard time earlier about my plans to terminate Buddy. I told her... "Hell, Honey, just like a condemned man on death row, he'll die with a full stomach!!!" And, he did!!!
Rest in peace Buddy.
(Yes, this is a true event. The name has not been changed. This event occurred 8/2/20 at 0835.)
I didn't mind it so much that he'd help himself to a few sunflower seeds. Squirrels gotta eat to ya know!! But I won't tolerate damaging my bird feeder!!
So, I hauled out my ole Blackhawk OM .357 and loaded two CCI shot shells into the chambers and laid it on the desk by the front door. I cracked the storm door open and placed a stick at the bottom so as to not spook him off unlatching the door. Then I cracked the inside door open so he wouldn't hear it unlatch as well. Then I waited, sitting in my favorite chair reading the Sunday paper funny pages.
Pretty soon I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and there was Buddy raiding the bird feeder and chewing on the mesh!! SomBeech!!!
I got up walked to the front door picked up the Blackhawk and carefully opened the front door, took aim with my off hand (left) and fired. BOOM! Ole Buddy jumped a mile high and landed on the porch. Apparently dazed and stunned for a moment. I cocked the .357 again... and just as he recovered and swapped ends to run off...... nailed him with a Texas heart shot and he jumped again and fell...... deader than a door nail on the porch.
Wife gave me a little bit of a hard time earlier about my plans to terminate Buddy. I told her... "Hell, Honey, just like a condemned man on death row, he'll die with a full stomach!!!" And, he did!!!
Rest in peace Buddy.
(Yes, this is a true event. The name has not been changed. This event occurred 8/2/20 at 0835.)