bootsnthejeep
06-22-2011, 07:31 AM
At least I'm pretty sure, I think this is the first critter I've dispatched with my very own cast bullets. Most all other problem critters got it from the 22 or the shotgun.
Anyway. Also first blood at my new living quarters. Nice spot in front of 110 privately owned acres that I have access to. Landlord has a sprawling operation, lots of good cultch, and the man is a gardening nut, couple of nice big well-fenced gardens.
So I'm heading up back to get my ATV to move one of my utility trailers, and in the brush I see something moving. I know there's a massive groundhog floating around in the area that he's been trying to put lead to and hasn't succeeded yet. I investigate. Big ol' porcupine.
And I have a particular dislike for quill pigs. And this one seems to homing in on the delicious looking wooden fence to the garden and the delicious sprouts therein.
Back to the house on the jog. He's not going far. Grab the K-38 with my NOE 358429s over Unique (Why couldn't it have been one of my hollowpoints? DRAT!) and just for good measure, grab the Rossi 22 pump gun with the sub-sonics. Back up to the last known area, he's only meandered about 5 feet. I step over in front of him, and he bristles up. Don't threaten me with a good time, sweetheart.
170 grains of 50/50 in the boiler room rolled him over and sent him to kicking. It was a tad louder than I expected near the house, and not wanting to disturb the neighbors anymore than necessary OR incur the wrath of the local cops, and now that porky was in a more amiable mood, I sallied forth with the 22 and deposited one in the noodle. That set him out straight.
The other reason for termination was my landlord's rottie. Nice dog, but kinda dumb, and I wouldn't want to see his dumb mug with a face full of quills form a live OR dead porky, so then I lugged the fat bugger up back and buried him. But facts is facts, I really detest quill pigs. They're just as sneaky and destructive as red squirrels, just bigger and have bigger "leavings". I'll leave them alone in the woods, but not around the homestead.
Now, to start learning the habits of that groundhog...
Anyway. Also first blood at my new living quarters. Nice spot in front of 110 privately owned acres that I have access to. Landlord has a sprawling operation, lots of good cultch, and the man is a gardening nut, couple of nice big well-fenced gardens.
So I'm heading up back to get my ATV to move one of my utility trailers, and in the brush I see something moving. I know there's a massive groundhog floating around in the area that he's been trying to put lead to and hasn't succeeded yet. I investigate. Big ol' porcupine.
And I have a particular dislike for quill pigs. And this one seems to homing in on the delicious looking wooden fence to the garden and the delicious sprouts therein.
Back to the house on the jog. He's not going far. Grab the K-38 with my NOE 358429s over Unique (Why couldn't it have been one of my hollowpoints? DRAT!) and just for good measure, grab the Rossi 22 pump gun with the sub-sonics. Back up to the last known area, he's only meandered about 5 feet. I step over in front of him, and he bristles up. Don't threaten me with a good time, sweetheart.
170 grains of 50/50 in the boiler room rolled him over and sent him to kicking. It was a tad louder than I expected near the house, and not wanting to disturb the neighbors anymore than necessary OR incur the wrath of the local cops, and now that porky was in a more amiable mood, I sallied forth with the 22 and deposited one in the noodle. That set him out straight.
The other reason for termination was my landlord's rottie. Nice dog, but kinda dumb, and I wouldn't want to see his dumb mug with a face full of quills form a live OR dead porky, so then I lugged the fat bugger up back and buried him. But facts is facts, I really detest quill pigs. They're just as sneaky and destructive as red squirrels, just bigger and have bigger "leavings". I'll leave them alone in the woods, but not around the homestead.
Now, to start learning the habits of that groundhog...