Yup, there I was, again, confronted with another dilemma. It started when I caught my neighbor feeding his feral cats and 'the possum'. I have two small Pomeranian dogs, like many things, they ain't real bright. But, me and the wife are attached to them. A four foot chain link fence is all that separates my dawgs from the possum. The 'tail' begins below:
Ok, grabbed Momma's Marlin 39 and loaded up with CCI 'quiet rounds', five of them. It was only one possum. I positioned myself carefully in the pre-built 34' x 12' possum blind with a good view of 'possum territory'. For two days I waited and nuthin. Not knowing the legality of hunting/murdering a possum with dawgs? I released the 'hounds from hades', known as 'Rascal and Pepper'. Quickly, they were on the scent. The trail led to my tool storage building, 8' x 12' and located in front of my possum blind and the door was ajar. I quickly set my coffee cup down, hollered for Momma to bring the 'light' and a plan was formed.
Momma put the dawgs/hounds inside the house. Knowing that the original battle plan had changed from a sniping mission to close quarters combat, I changed out the .22 quiet ammo for .22 Stingers as a wild possum charge seemed imminent. We then carefully entered the building, no possum in sight, yet? I heard a noise under my tool bin? I told Momma to shine the light underneath there? She promptly told me that she wasn't gonna get on the D**n Floor with a possum. So, I poked the rifle barrel into the dark corner. I heard a hiss and then all hades broke loose, an explosion of gray fur erupted forth, in my face. It ran out of the building. Momma was yelling "don't shoot, its a cat". It was, I didn't.
Momma told me that she was through hunting with me. The 'tail' continues....
Ten hours later, after being abandoned by my spouse, sitting alone in my possum blind, in the dark, the possum was spotted. He emerged from the dark, about 20 meters/yards away, my heart was pounding as I levered a round into the chamber, then the earlier PTSD set in. That's Possum Traumatic Stress Disorder. Then the possum disappeared into the darkness, allowing me to compose myself and dry my sweaty hands. Fifteen minutes later, with my nerves calmed, he reappeared, one shot was fired, one possum fell and this 'tail' has ended.
Hope folks had fun reading this, it's basically true.
Ok, grabbed Momma's Marlin 39 and loaded up with CCI 'quiet rounds', five of them. It was only one possum. I positioned myself carefully in the pre-built 34' x 12' possum blind with a good view of 'possum territory'. For two days I waited and nuthin. Not knowing the legality of hunting/murdering a possum with dawgs? I released the 'hounds from hades', known as 'Rascal and Pepper'. Quickly, they were on the scent. The trail led to my tool storage building, 8' x 12' and located in front of my possum blind and the door was ajar. I quickly set my coffee cup down, hollered for Momma to bring the 'light' and a plan was formed.
Momma put the dawgs/hounds inside the house. Knowing that the original battle plan had changed from a sniping mission to close quarters combat, I changed out the .22 quiet ammo for .22 Stingers as a wild possum charge seemed imminent. We then carefully entered the building, no possum in sight, yet? I heard a noise under my tool bin? I told Momma to shine the light underneath there? She promptly told me that she wasn't gonna get on the D**n Floor with a possum. So, I poked the rifle barrel into the dark corner. I heard a hiss and then all hades broke loose, an explosion of gray fur erupted forth, in my face. It ran out of the building. Momma was yelling "don't shoot, its a cat". It was, I didn't.
Momma told me that she was through hunting with me. The 'tail' continues....
Ten hours later, after being abandoned by my spouse, sitting alone in my possum blind, in the dark, the possum was spotted. He emerged from the dark, about 20 meters/yards away, my heart was pounding as I levered a round into the chamber, then the earlier PTSD set in. That's Possum Traumatic Stress Disorder. Then the possum disappeared into the darkness, allowing me to compose myself and dry my sweaty hands. Fifteen minutes later, with my nerves calmed, he reappeared, one shot was fired, one possum fell and this 'tail' has ended.
Hope folks had fun reading this, it's basically true.