Funny and some what related
I am orignally from Vermont. Besides my regular job I raised chickens and rabbits. At first The coons discovered the chicken feed, they got healthy and fat with the anti biotics in it, I soon put a stop to that when I found out, put the feed in metal trash cans and tied down the tops. Problem solved right? Wrong, they started going after the chickens, most were penned but some were free ranging, War! I would shoot them every chance I got. It was fun at first, I'd hide out side at night and the kids would switch on the outdoor lights when I tapped on the window, hard to hit a coon on a fast run, heh.
My daughter was the first one home from school in the afternoons and she would take the .22 and shoot them out of the trees, all head shots, she was around 12 then.
But living in the woods you just can't get all of them, I wound up putting chicken wire all around the coop and over the top along with a few strands of barbed wire, I hate the stuff.
Then one time something was raiding the trash, what a mess, I figured a coon. I set a leg hold trap, its late at night and I'm home alone trying to nap on the couch, SNAP! ah ha I got the bugger! I go out with my .22 to shoot the coon but its not a coon, its a skunk, oh ****, I don't let him see me and he has'nt sprayed, I figure a head shot will kill him quick and he won't spray, guess who was wrong? Yep me, I shot him in the head but he still let go and that yard stunk for at least two months.
A short while after that I heard a ruckus in the hen house, some how a skunk got in and was trying to get the eggs I guess, and the rooster was trying to fight him, I run in and the only gun I had around was a Ruger single six that I just bought and was sighting in with .22 mags earlier in the day, I run back out and remembering the last incounter with a skunk I did not want to get to close or I'd be living with the chickens. So I got about 35 or 40 yards to it aimed while he was half in and half out and he was in the shadows which was worst and tried to take a bead on his head and was lucky, it got him in the back of the head and killed him instantly, no spray! Whew.
Those were the days
