chuck hunter
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Something has been killing my chickens. There are many feral cats living around here and I thought they may be the cause of the missing chickens. My neighbor across the road said foxes were killing her chicken and I have seen 2 foxes hanging around.
So I was keeping an eye (and loaded gun) out hoping to see that chicken killer.
I went out to feed the chickens and found a dead one in the barn and another one was missing. With the count at 7 dead, I was getting mad and I wanted to get that fox (or what ever) was killing my egg factory.
I have a regular garage door on one end of my barn and I had it propped open half way, then a heavy piece of hog panel placed in front to keep the chickens in and the cats or foxes out.
That hog panel is about 50 pounds and it had been pushed over on a 45 degree angle resting on some straw bails. No cat could push it in that far. It had to be something big. I took the pin out holding the door open, and rested the door on the hog panel.
If something climbed up the hog panel and pushed it over, it would release the garage door and I could trap it in the barn.
Two days later, the garage door was down. I went out there with my new Ruger SR22 pistol to confront the intruder. I'll have to admit, I was nervous about being bitting by a pissed off fox. I opened the personel door with some trepidation, but I couldn't see anything moving. Everything had been knocked over and I could see something had been in their, but I saw nothing. I spent 4 mins. looking around before I saw a patch of fur up over the garage door.
I grabbed a stick and gave the fur a poke. It raised its head and this is what looked back at me.
I tried to hit her right between the eyes, but I was so close that the Remington hollow point bullet hit her in the nose. I think thats what made her so mad. She was growling and snarling,spitting blood. When she turned 180 degrees to jump on me, I shot her again and the fight was over before it really got started.
The sad end to the story, she killed 9 of my 10 chicken before I stopped the slaughter.
It's hard to tell from the pictures, but this was a big coon. 35 pounds and now I'm hearing from neighbors, that there are 4 more that same size running around eating the wild cats.
So I was keeping an eye (and loaded gun) out hoping to see that chicken killer.
I went out to feed the chickens and found a dead one in the barn and another one was missing. With the count at 7 dead, I was getting mad and I wanted to get that fox (or what ever) was killing my egg factory.
I have a regular garage door on one end of my barn and I had it propped open half way, then a heavy piece of hog panel placed in front to keep the chickens in and the cats or foxes out.
That hog panel is about 50 pounds and it had been pushed over on a 45 degree angle resting on some straw bails. No cat could push it in that far. It had to be something big. I took the pin out holding the door open, and rested the door on the hog panel.
If something climbed up the hog panel and pushed it over, it would release the garage door and I could trap it in the barn.
Two days later, the garage door was down. I went out there with my new Ruger SR22 pistol to confront the intruder. I'll have to admit, I was nervous about being bitting by a pissed off fox. I opened the personel door with some trepidation, but I couldn't see anything moving. Everything had been knocked over and I could see something had been in their, but I saw nothing. I spent 4 mins. looking around before I saw a patch of fur up over the garage door.
I grabbed a stick and gave the fur a poke. It raised its head and this is what looked back at me.
I tried to hit her right between the eyes, but I was so close that the Remington hollow point bullet hit her in the nose. I think thats what made her so mad. She was growling and snarling,spitting blood. When she turned 180 degrees to jump on me, I shot her again and the fight was over before it really got started.
The sad end to the story, she killed 9 of my 10 chicken before I stopped the slaughter.
It's hard to tell from the pictures, but this was a big coon. 35 pounds and now I'm hearing from neighbors, that there are 4 more that same size running around eating the wild cats.
