Indoor Rat Hunt

It's not the size or quality of the quarry that makes a good hunting story. It's how the story is told that makes it great. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grinning-smiley-003.gif
 
Giving credit where credit is due.
Here's my Crew.....

Walter, looking foward to next season..
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Thurston, My Little White Lion resting after a hard nights work ??
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when i get home on the weekends i always head up to the calf barns after i get done hunting other things and whack rats out of the spotlight they do get learned after a while though and wont stand to be shot at with a rifle any more so i just stand back farther and let loose with the 20 ga
 
When I was a kid my grandpa hired me to kill rats in his barn. Since there was always calf and horse feed stored there, rats were always a problem. With my trusty Winchester M67 loaded with 22 birdshot, I stalked those pesky rats. Grandpa gave me a nickle a rat and he bought the ammo. Hey, back then a nickle was a lot of money!
 
Trailtracker,

Give the team a pat on the head for me.
I love stories like that .
I was visiting w/my cousin Deb and she said there was a mouse in the house.They [husband] brought in daisy their one year old jack russel terrior and got her on the trail.We were shaking a desk and curio and she was hot on the trail-out came the mouse running wide open and daisy couldn't get any traction on the wood floor.
The mouse made it to a storage seating thing in the kitchen and daisy was jacked up big-time now.A little more persuading and out came the mouse,daisy got a good start on a rug but the mouse pulled ahead on the slick floor.
The desk area was being blocked so the mouse made a hard left under the dining table and did a good job around the chair legs but got -got and crunched by daisy.
All this happened w/ my 11yr old neice screaming and my 7yr old nephew laughing --good times Mike
 
That is a good one, now I guess I have to tell one on myself. Back when I had first moved to upstate SC, I had found anold farmhouse that was empty and talked the elderly lady who owned it into renting it to me. Trouble was, the previous tenants had stacked garbage up on the porch and rats had moved in. I cleaned things up but still could not get rid of all the unwelcome varmints. I figured out that they were getting into the house at night through a crack around the sink drain. The sink was one of those old ones that hung on the wall, with no cabinet underneath, so one night I set a No.1 steel trap under the sink wher I figured the rat would land when he came in and hit the floor. Sure enough, I awoke in the wee hours to sounds of scurrying rat feet and then a cold steel SNAP when the trap tripped. I had my .357 loaded with rat shot, so I grabbed it and ran buck naked to the kitchen, where the rat was trying vainly to jump back through the crack around the drain pipe with that steel trap holding him back. There was one of those woodedn backed dustpan brooms laying there, so rather than waste a shell on it I grabbed it and clobbered him over the head with it. Just then his buddy, whose presence I was unaware of, decided it was time for him to find a more friendly neighborhood, comes out of the pantry, and runs ACROSS MY BARE FOOT headed for the old sink and his escape to safety. Maybe it was his haste or maybe he tripped over his buddy's corpse, but either way, he missed his first jump towards the sink drain, landed back on the floor and leaped back up at it again. Now picture this, I'm standing in the kitchen, with nothing between me and the Good Lord but a .357 Ruger in my right hand, and a dust pan broom in my left. As the rat leaped at his escape hole the second time, I cocked that Ruger and fired from the hip, blasting the rat in mid-leap, and peppering the plaster wall behind the sink with No 10 shot. Needless to say it was awhile before I could get back to sleep that night!
A few days later I built a cabinet under the old sink, hiding all the rat shot holes in the plaster. I guess word got around the local rat colony, because I never had any more trouble with them after that!
 
I support the story, that was indeed awesome. I did have a rat problem in the yard until it was thwarted by a vigilante little Bluetick pup named Dixie. And apparently they must taste like chicken to her, lol.
 
Takes me back to the days when I used to shoot rats and mice in the feed barn. I would wait hours, focused on a gob of peanut butter, waiting, watching like a hawk for the shot. Usually I was successful.

Also, back in college we lived in a trailer house (14x80) and during the winter we would get mice coming into the house. My roomate and I would take turns sniping them while watching TV. Gluetraps were much more effective, but not near as much fun.

Thanks for the story, you can tell one like it should be told. I WILL BE WATCHING FOR MORE!!!
 
Great story. My cat likes to bring the still living mice inside to show them off. My Labrador finishes them off after knocking over most of the living room furniture.
 
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