Indoor Rat Hunt
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I can not take credit for this story only for passing it on. A Man and girl friend living in SE Arozina along with five airedales. the man and weonam we occupying there faveriot places in the living room. The airedale have staked out there place through some unknown airedale pecking order. Every thing was peacefull untill the dreeded squeal. Mouse!
The gentleman not really thinking blurted out getem. Well now too five airedales this is like a command from heaven. With a explosion of books,book cases,computers, tv's and any thing else placed around the room. Airedales getting in the way of other airedales and so on with no one airedale able to grabe there quary. finally the older airedale snabed and devaired the suspedt mouse. With house in total disarray now quifiled for FEMA aid the gentleman states "When you got five airedales who needs a damm old cat any way."
The gentleman not really thinking blurted out getem. Well now too five airedales this is like a command from heaven. With a explosion of books,book cases,computers, tv's and any thing else placed around the room. Airedales getting in the way of other airedales and so on with no one airedale able to grabe there quary. finally the older airedale snabed and devaired the suspedt mouse. With house in total disarray now quifiled for FEMA aid the gentleman states "When you got five airedales who needs a damm old cat any way."
jedicazador
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You Sir are a Great story teller I wish I could sit by the fire and listen to you, or at least have a 1/4 of your skill in telling a story for my own children. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Mike
Mike
ilcoyote
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My wife family had two chicken house one would hold over 50thousand bird and the other one would over 35thousand. The rats where very thick and LARGE. It took lots of 22 and 410 shells. Me and a buddy and little bother hunted them at nite with lights and when they got use to the white light we switch over to red lense. When the word got out on what we were doing I had every one from grown men to kids wanting to come out and have fun. Now some days I wish the wife got her mom and dad chicken business. For now I have to settle for getting out the hose to flush out some rats from under the garage floor. Which is still fun.
Depredador_Supremo
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LOL! Great story. Reminds me of when I was growing up, not too long ago, when we used to go up to the local feed store and have a "rat killin", as Jerry Clower put it. I would take my Jack Russell and we would be armed with an old diasy pump .22 cal. We would load the bb gun with rock salt. Great little Rat killing shotgun! And trust me...it will leave one heck of a sting and welt! Good fun.
Justin M
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Excellent storytelling trail. That made my whole night.
now granted, i was always a good kid, never would have done anything like this unless i was persuaded.
My parent used to have a large greenhouse, and in the winter, mice would get in. So after setting a pile of traps, we had a pile of dead mice. My friend Khody and I suddenly got a bright idea. WE tool a mouse, removed the head and wired it to a ring. The next day, we gave it to his sister for a birthday present. man i can still hear her screaming. Not to be outdone, the next year we wrapped up a deer leg in shiny pink paper. But like i said, i was always a good kid, it was all his idea.
Heres one to picture. we used to have beagles with big enclosed run kennels. A rat made a nest under one, so imagine my dad, standing on top of the kennel, blasting paintballs at this rat. Now that was funny.
now granted, i was always a good kid, never would have done anything like this unless i was persuaded.
My parent used to have a large greenhouse, and in the winter, mice would get in. So after setting a pile of traps, we had a pile of dead mice. My friend Khody and I suddenly got a bright idea. WE tool a mouse, removed the head and wired it to a ring. The next day, we gave it to his sister for a birthday present. man i can still hear her screaming. Not to be outdone, the next year we wrapped up a deer leg in shiny pink paper. But like i said, i was always a good kid, it was all his idea.
Heres one to picture. we used to have beagles with big enclosed run kennels. A rat made a nest under one, so imagine my dad, standing on top of the kennel, blasting paintballs at this rat. Now that was funny.
Todd Woodall
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Trailtraker,
You brought back fond memories of my mice hunting days as a kid. I grew up in an old farmhouse with enough crack and holes in it most anything could get in. During the winter we would have a constant mouse problem with a few of the coveted Boone+Crockett rats /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/bowingsmilie.gif. There was a "Tom and Jerry" hole in the wall across the room from my bed. I would set out food and grab my BB gun, prop er up on my pillows and wait em out. I took many a mouse with that little daisy. I can still here my mom yelling at me to quit shooting mice and come to supper.
Ah the good old days. Looking back on it my Mom was about as cool as you can get. She even let me boil my first bobcat skull in one of her pots, man that thing stunk up the house. Nothing was said, but from then on the boiling was done outside. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif
Great story and thanks for the walk down memory lane.
Todd
You brought back fond memories of my mice hunting days as a kid. I grew up in an old farmhouse with enough crack and holes in it most anything could get in. During the winter we would have a constant mouse problem with a few of the coveted Boone+Crockett rats /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/bowingsmilie.gif. There was a "Tom and Jerry" hole in the wall across the room from my bed. I would set out food and grab my BB gun, prop er up on my pillows and wait em out. I took many a mouse with that little daisy. I can still here my mom yelling at me to quit shooting mice and come to supper.
Ah the good old days. Looking back on it my Mom was about as cool as you can get. She even let me boil my first bobcat skull in one of her pots, man that thing stunk up the house. Nothing was said, but from then on the boiling was done outside. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif
Great story and thanks for the walk down memory lane.
Todd