Last night, While I was on the computer, my terrier started barking at the back door. Well, I picked up the 1911 That I keep handy for varmints that go bump in the night. I opened the door, and took a look. I figured the coyotes had gotten brave again, so I put a round into the woodpile. I closed the door and looked around, and all the house animals had disappeared. I found my wife's Pomeranian under the bed. I found my terrier under the couch in the TV room. Now we have a cat that weighs in at 24 pounds, and I never did find him last night. I don't know where he hid, but he finally came out this morning when he got hungry. I can only hope it worked as well on the coyotes as it did on the house critters!Scotty
I have problems with Kiots also I went out on night they were howling in the back yard with my mag-light and my .40 glock saw one about 50yrds off. i knew i couldn't hit him but i threw a few rounds his way to run him off. it worked but now every time i pick up my mag-light my boxer bull dog runs aparnetly she thinks that is what made the loud noises that night.
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My uncles dog goes nuts whenever you start chooting and will try climbing on the closest person. Only prob is the dog weighs like 130 pounds and is about as high as ur waist.
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I believe you got a Big Foot lerking around outside at night and your pets smelled it and hid !
I'd be careful they don't like being shot at !!!...A.H
P.S. I shot at one, one time and that bugger came back in the wee hours in the morning and took a Chit right under my carport door.
When my ole lady got up that morn'in she went out to get the paper and stepped in that big pile of Big Foot Chit and fell and slid to the end of the drive way...We got a long driveway !
She's a pretty tuff ole gal and she didn't didn't get hurt but she shor did stink for a long time.
Big Foot Chit is hard to wash the smell off, but not as hard as Skunk Funk.
She set up all night with a 10 ga. H&R shotgun for a solid month for that Big Foot to come back but he never did.
Be careful...A.H
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All I have to do these days is release the slide on my 45 or operate the bolt on a rifle, and everybody heads for a hidey-hole. Since my wife's been gone, the house animals have been acting "needy". they're worse than a buncha stick-tights. The damn cat came in and sat on my head this morning and came real close to being terminated with extreme prejudice. Hell, I don't even let my wife get away with that. But I taught her to shoot, so if she does ever do it, I'll probably just whine alot! I've never seen anyone take to shooting straight like she did.Scotty
Our dog, a 100 lb Malamute, started barking last night. Glad I didn't do what you did, it was the UPS man. He probably wouldn't have completed the delivery!!!!
Nothing I hate worse than pesky 'yotes! Give 'em lead!
My Uncle used to have that happen out on the ranch in South Texas. It most of the time was critters but sometimes it was a migrant worker looking for food and work. He always made sure what was out there before heatin' up the single shot 12g barrel.
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Alright ever'body, Number one, I go out and holler, "Big Foot, that you?" If he don't answer, Too too bad! And I guess you all noticed, my wife joined up. Now I told her, don't be lettin' folks sweet talk you out of no juicy stuff, or the whole world will know. I hope she listened to me this time! Truly, she's a good gal to stay on the good side of, could probably whup me for real if she took a notion. I think she's already having fun, getting a big kick out of the hello's. Well, got in from Tulsa at 2 am, had to get up and go grocery shopping, Tired and talk to ya'll in a bit. Scotty
OOps! Shows how tired I am. Posting when my wife is logged on. Oh well, no harm, no foul. I'm gonna take a nap, maybe that'll snap things back into place. Scotty
I once had a hecoon getting into my trashcans late at night. I opened my bedroom window one fine night - it was one of those low ones I could slide out of.
So when I hear Mr. Coon rummaging, I grab the Maglight and the Paintball Pistol - racked one into the chamber. I crawl out the window quiet-like. I rounded the corner of the trailer, put the Maglight beam on Mr. Coon - he was head-down in my trashcan.
BANG!!
Popped in the haunches with a paintball - I never knew a Coon could jump so high and run so fast! He was a pink,black & gray blur . . .
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