Doorman wrote:You have no idea. I had to rewrap my sword because their were little bits of bone and stuff stuck in the duct tape. I went utterly and completely apeshit.
He bit the tip of my sword....does that mean I can no longer use it because the tip has poison in it? lol
That post is full of awesome and win!
I luv this thread
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Leo Medii wrote:The trap so far hasn't done jack. For one, this coon was huge, he probably wouldn't have fit in the door to it.
Try a piece of bacon stuck into peanut butter... its raccoon crack. He'll probably tear the trap apart if he can't fit into it to get the stuff. Of course, you may get a Clovenhead or Tuchux stuck in there as well
We don't suffer many vermin here. Rats to exist along with foxes. I am planning to purchase 40 acres in co Wiclow so I will eventually have to worry about foxes getting to my chickens. i want to keep from hurting the foxes though. I'll find some way to co-inhabit the land with them. Rats and mice can always be an issue, perhaps they will make decent fox food?
Good job Hrolfr! I believe my property is infested with snakes. I went out to my storage shed over the weekend and found a 2 foot long snakeskin laying in the middle of the floor. My google-fu told me it was a copperhead. I am hoping it belonged to the one I have already killed. If not then I believe I might be having to break out the machete and hatchets and long pants and channel my inner, more violent, Steve Irwin and go hunting. I can't let poisonous snakes take up shop in a backyard that belongs to a 4 year old. The sword will have to stay in the house, I already had to strip and rewrap it once to get bone and bits off of it. It works quite well but I think blades are better. Snakes don't like to die when they are being bludgeoned to death. Snakes do not go quietly into the night.
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Halvgrimr wrote:I don't have the time to write like a English major when I am doing drive bys
They are freaky like the Force. I laid out one huge male in the apple orchard with the coach gun and when I came back in the one in the ceiling was freaking out for 3-4 minutes. The apple orchard is about 290 feet from the house. How the F could it tell I wasted one of it's realtives??? That is some scary shit to think it might know I ghosted the big daddy.
Good news is no more big bumps and sounds in the wall. That must have been the big bastard that I got.
Bad news is there is still one left at minimum. Down a layer chicken too.
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I was a counselor for a summer camp once, and one of my many duties (not being particularly afraid of them) was clearing out the snakes. The previous snake-handler had moved on, and unlike him, I didn't like to kill the things. Well, to be more specific, I didn't know how to cook them, and I figured if you weren't going to eat them, you shouldn't kill them.
One day, I was called down to capture a "great big one" which I luckily saw from a good distance was a copperhead, as it scampered back into its home in a hole in an old stone wall.
This being Maryland, there were of course no firearms (the rifle program had been eliminated after Columbine...the logic of which pains me), and there were kids who were going to be close enough that we really didn't need a copperhead hanging around. So I headed down to the maintenance shop, where I found a spray insulation gun.
The little bastard rots there to this day, in between a 100 year old stone wall, and some bright pink foam.
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FrauHirsch wrote:We were doing a pell practice tonight and suddenly my friend whips around and smacks the ground. She just missed the little bastage (gopher).
If we hadn't been doing off-hand practice she'd probably have got em.
When she does connect tell her to stun it and then get a better killing tool. Having to strip a sword of tape and completely restrap it because you had a piece of rib bone lodge in the rattan sucks. Been their, done that, got the bloodstained t-shirt.
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Halvgrimr wrote:I don't have the time to write like a English major when I am doing drive bys
I had a wretched raccoon at my house when i first moved in. All my guns were at my dad's place while I moved. My only gun present at the time was a 12 bore BP double rifle. I waited him out in the backyard and got him square in the face at 55 yds. one shot...one coon, I had the left loaded too in case he charged.(Cape buffalo fantasies at work here.) They're good to eat if properly cleaned, well spiced, and cooked slowly on a rack to let the fat out of the meat. mmm... raccoon...
Offend me not, else I will wear your liver for a hat.
We've got a wild chipmunk problem going on in our house. Every freaking night, I hear them scampering through the ceiling above my room, making enough noise to drive me crazy. Unfortunately, it's apparently illegal to kill chipmunks in this area, and you can only call specially certified pest control companies to take care of them (which our landlord is being very lazy about doing). At this point, though, if he doesn't hurry the hell up, I'm tempted to get some OD's, smear some camo paint on my face, and go up there with my 1911 to hunt down each and every one of those little bastards one at a time.
Edric the Bastard wrote:We've got a wild chipmunk problem going on in our house. Every freaking night, I hear them scampering through the ceiling above my room, making enough noise to drive me crazy. Unfortunately, it's apparently illegal to kill chipmunks in this area, and you can only call specially certified pest control companies to take care of them (which our landlord is being very lazy about doing). At this point, though, if he doesn't hurry the hell up, I'm tempted to get some OD's, smear some camo paint on my face, and go up there with my 1911 to hunt down each and every one of those little bastards one at a time.
-Ed
Get you a good alley cat, toss it in the attic and wait a few days.
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Halvgrimr wrote:I don't have the time to write like a English major when I am doing drive bys
this thread brings back memories of many nighttime skunk hunts in my friends's neighborhood about ten or so years ago. Every summer new skunks would move into the area and start ripping open everyone's garbage bags at night. first we were going after them with wooden swords and dumping boiling water on them when they went under the porch. it didnt take long for us to upgrade to real sharp swords... though we found that the skunks didn't have enough mass for a spear to do much, stab them and they just seemed to roll with it... but a couple good slashes with a sword was all it took - one to slow them down, and one to remove the main sensory stalk; or just one to hack it in the head if we could sneak up on it - then bag 'em up in a garbage bag and drive out of town and toss them into the woods. we got good enough at it so the skunk would barely have a chance to spray.
Natavia wrote:Snakes require an axe. Shovels will do in a pinch.
A Rossi Coach gun in 12 gauge works well too.
2 Years ago my dad was leaving the cabin when he spied two odd sticks standing up in the yard. Turns out there were two rattlesnakes in the rapture of Lust. Being a man of simple decisions and actions, he went back into the cabin grabbed the coach gun and let both of them have it. One barrel two rattlesnakes..
That close to the camp invokes the "Terminate with extreme prejudice" order. Rules of engagement are as follows "Make it dead, dead ohhh so very F@ckin' dead"
Natavia wrote:Snakes require an axe. Shovels will do in a pinch.
A Rossi Coach gun in 12 gauge works well too.
2 Years ago my dad was leaving the cabin when he spied two odd sticks standing up in the yard. Turns out there were two rattlesnakes in the rapture of Lust. Being a man of simple decisions and actions, he went back into the cabin grabbed the coach gun and let both of them have it. One barrel two rattlesnakes..
That close to the camp invokes the "Terminate with extreme prejudice" order. Rules of engagement are as follows "Make it dead, dead ohhh so very F@ckin' dead"
Our rule is kill first identify later....Yeah, I know it isn't the best rule, but around here, I am outvoted by the women folk...they do not like snakes
What are yer plans for the coons you are catching?
They go to the great garbage can in the sky.
I find it immoral to dump my problems on someone else
I live in a rural area, and a LOT of people have chickens that they either sell eggs or raise for personal use (like we do).
Leo, we had a Missasauga rattler sunning itself on the front porch the first year we lived here (appearantly, Gratiot County is the Missasauga capital of Michigan ). Since it is a protected species, it created quite the problem getting rid of it. Animal control did not want to, but basically, the DNR CO told them they have to. He about pooped his pants.
Sean F. Ryan
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It is critical to note that there is an epidemic of rabies among raccoons and has been for decades. Often this makes them aggressive and unafraid of people, and you CAN be infected by them, as well as your pets. There has been at least 1 death in VA from being attacked by an infected raccoon.
Also, they are VERY smart animals- smarter than most dogs- and unlike dogs they have opposable thumbs. And they are omnivores. Remind you of any other species you know? Good thing they don't make handguns small enough for them or we would have real problems.
We had one get into my folks chicken coop a few years back and kill all 13 chickens just because it could. Didn't eat them, or take the carcasses- just killed them for the helluva it.
I respect them, and raccoon kits are the cutest thing ever - but they grow up into 30 pound destructive demons. I don't like them at all then, especially the ones that are acclimated to people and have no fear or respect of us.
Brucer
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brucer wrote:It is critical to note that there is an epidemic of rabies among raccoons and has been for decades. Often this makes them aggressive and unafraid of people, and you CAN be infected by them, as well as your pets. There has been at least 1 death in VA from being attacked by an infected raccoon.
Also, they are VERY smart animals- smarter than most dogs- and unlike dogs they have opposable thumbs. And they are omnivores. Remind you of any other species you know? Good thing they don't make handguns small enough for them or we would have real problems.
We had one get into my folks chicken coop a few years back and kill all 13 chickens just because it could. Didn't eat them, or take the carcasses- just killed them for the helluva it.
I respect them, and raccoon kits are the cutest thing ever - but they grow up into 30 pound destructive demons. I don't like them at all then, especially the ones that are acclimated to people and have no fear or respect of us.
Brucer
brucer, THAT is why they die.
Sean F. Ryan
Writer's Tears is comparable to an angel standing on the edge of a cloud peeing on the back of your tongue!
Our land was possum central when we first bought the place. In a year and a half, I live trapped and transported close to 90 of them. They all went to live in a new happy home - I released them all near a car impound lot that had once kidnapped my old Fleetwood Brougham Battle Cruiser.
The only time I'll kill something is to protect my lady or the cats - rattlesnakes mostly, but a few weeks ago I took out a cottonmouth with a quandao. Total adrenaline, cut the snake clean in half and buried the blade a foot into the dirt.
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Just returned from a trip to Alabama. While there I discovered that there road decorations are scarier than South Carolinas road decorations. Instead of opossums down there they have armadillos, which fulfill the same function as opossums but have ARMOUR instead of easily cut fur. I learned the hard way that armadillo speed bumps are more substantial than opossum speed bumps. I thought some vagabond had tossed a curb in the middle of the road.
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Halvgrimr wrote:I don't have the time to write like a English major when I am doing drive bys