I forgot to list one of the animals we hunt sometimes, Cockroaches. Well the first thing we did was to pick out likely looking place for hunting these critters. We selected the Shady Nook Motel in East Casper. However, we could have picked any motel with a kitchen area. Anyway I pulled my National Match Red Rider out of the old Urban Assault Vehicle (Four Wheel Drive Pickup) and packed it into our room along with a three pound coffee can of super deluxe copper plated BB's. I think some of those international trap shooters are going to be unhappy with those blanks.

Anyhow, I took a long warm shower, got into my sweats and set up camp in the middle of the Water Bed. Now I don't know if this is really legal but I bated a few places around my room with Pay Day candy bar pieces. I reasoned cause I like em, they ought to like em too. My Daddy always told me to hunt smart! Then I turned off the lights and set there alone in the dark. Then all of a sudden there came a knock at my door and a comely little lass asked me if I wanted a friend for the night. I told her that I had plenty of friends back in Cincinnati. That they were depending on me to bring home hunting trophies and to go away cause she was disturbing my hunting. She gave me a kind of grimaced look and sashayed off to the next room. I thought good riddance she probably didn't know that a hunters best friend is his Red Rider anyway.
I went back to my unlit blind on the waterbed and sat there in the dark for 30 minutes or so. Then quick like a bunny, I flipped the lights on and there they were caught out in the open. I preceded to blast them with old Red shooting and cocking it in the best Rooster Cogburn fashion. Dropped two big bucks over by the banana peel. Hit the third one that had been grazing over there on the fly as he tried to escape to the bathroom. Got a fourth one as he tried to duck under the couch and blasted the fifth one as it exited the turned over milk glass. I got the last one, a really big honker, as it scurried across the line of death into the kitchen. What carnage! What mayhem! I was sure some of those will go Boone and Crocket. After a while I got tired and turned out the lights and went to sleep. Next morning I looked for evidence of the great slaughter that had taken place the night before and I couldn't find a thing. Oh well they must carry off their dead after such a massive battle.
If you are interested in some of this kind of hunting there is a guide who pushes a shopping cart around here and collects recyclables that I would recommend. He claims he knows where all of the really big ones are. You can contact him.

Fredrick Harris
Co/Union Gospel Mission
Casper, Wyoming 87219

He claims the big ones like red wine, the cheep stuff. My advice is to take lots of bait. It seems to disappear real fast.
Waxpush (Sizing my Cockroaches for Boone and Crocket)

Very Funny!!!! A very good post... My WIFE loved it.....!!!!! If you get any more good Boone and Crockets please come back and post the pictures...!!! Reminds me of when I worked oil fields and had to live in Monterrey Mexico for a while. There are some really good ones down there if you ever get down that way.!!!!!

Waxpush - please reduce the size of your font for posting on the board.

Thanks.

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Waxpush, welcome to the site and for the bit of humor!

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I got a laugh out of it, thanks. I had an uncle that honest to goodness shot rats with a 22 in his house. That brought back some memories. By the way, I'm not talking about rat shot, I'm talking regular old bullets. He was a pretty good shot by the way.

I love short stories and that was a good one. Thanks. Oh! It should be the Boone and Cricket Club.

Great story, I was in suspence all the time I was reading it.

Sixty years ago we would shoot flying dragonflies with a .22 revolver loaded with shot cartridges. But since they are not listed in the current hunting brochures, dragonflies are probably no longer legal game (except for fishbait) and if they are non-lead shot would probably be needed to shoot them over water.

If you would like to guide your own hunt and use my property, unhunted in years, private property and bordering on 3 other unhunted properties. I will begin booking a few hunts for a select few, it's not going to be cheap and their will be a trophy fee. Lodging and food included. I am now feeding high protein. Also some rats are now being seen. Rats are allowed to be harvested on a per size basis. Stalking hunts only my civil partner(clarify wife) will not allow blinds in her kitchen.

Was stationed in San Diego back in 1980-81 and shared a cheap house with a few other sailors in Chula Vista. We called it the "Barrio Bungalo". One of the guys had just been discharged and bought a few 50 lb. bags of dogfood for his beasts. They were in the laundry room and the mice chewed through the paneling to get to the dogfood. We would sit in an adjacent room with a Benjamin or Sheridan pellet gun waiting for the mice to poke their head through the hole,then shoot the mouse. I had a picture of one of the guys with a pith helmet on his head and a pellet gun over his shoulder like he was on safari, holding up his freshly killed trophy mouse!
Ron

Rsambo, thats reminds me of one of the jobs I had. I was a diesel mechanic at a trucking company that did asphalt and trucked stones for roads etc.

The onwer was well off enough but he didn't waste any money on his emplyees. The place we had to eat our lunch in and take our breaks was a rat/mouse infested small room that would have made eating in a junk yard seem like a picnick. When we sat down to take our breaks we all through something at the mice sticking their noses out of the wall and running all over. Most of the guys would feed them, but if there is anything on earth that I have an aversion to its mice.

Wax, only one word BRILLIANT !!! Knowing I might bring the wrath of the Mod down on me, it was also the first thread I have been able to read without my glasses. Red Wasps with a BB is also exceptionally good sport, particularly when they are flying/hovering.

That bruoght back memories. Mother in laws house was sided with cedar boards that attracted them like crazy, me and brother in law would hunt with a headlight, then use a bigg magnet to reclaim our ammo.

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I thought i was the only one who hunted roaches with a BB gun. We have bigguns here in the islands. I use a Daisy model 10 Saddle Ring Carbine which shares the same a action as a Red Ryder but with a straight grip butt stock, and no fancy engraving. I'll also shoot the occasional house gecko since they crap all over everything in the house. The geckos and roaches seem to have a perpetual battle going long sort of like lions versus hyena. If push comes to shove I'd rather have geckos than roaches just as I prefer lions to hyenas but they are both filthy so open season of both. Besides the geckos midnight chirpings always keeps me up at night... grrrr! Daisy model 10 Roach vs Gecko

LOL, your story brought back memories! While in the military I attended a school at Lackland AFB in Texas. They had roaches big enough to carry off a man's combat boots down there and you could hear them scurrying on the walls at night in the barracks. When I arrived I noticed an unusual amount of bb guns for sale on the bulliten board. It didn't take long to realize what the guys were doing with them, so I bought one from a soldier graduating and had a blast!

When it comes to trophy hunting some of you may be interested in booking thru the NTWRA, or National Trophy Wharf Rat Association. No rifles over .17 caliber to keep it sporting (and safer). Trophys are judged by weight and length of tail. I have prime territories leased, New Orleans, New York, and San Diego waterfronts, trophy opportunities are guaranteed. Much more dangerous than Africa considering the areas that must be traversed to get to hunting territory, the ghettos, slums, gang areas, and drug dealers. Any takers? Goatwhiskers the Elder, chief hunter.