I found a possum outside my house yesterday - it had been hit by a car, and was lying in pool of blood. As I approached it I realised it was still alive, bleeding from the mouth, ears and it's back end was paralysed. It looked at me, yawned, and bled more, then just looked at the floor, at the puddle of it own blood...
This broke my heart. I went back to the house and got my rifle. I couldn't just stand by and watch this animal suffer. It was obviously going to die, and slowly at that.
My wife asked why I was getting the .22 out, and I told her. She came out to look at the animal because I wanted a second opinion on if putting the animal down was the best thing to do. When sh saw the sorry looking thing she agreed that we had to do the humane thing.
I knelt down, about 10 yards away, loaded up with a .22LR hollowpoint, aimed at the animal's temple, and told Amy to look away. Then I fired.
The bullet struck it's head right where I aimed. To my horror, instead of just dying on the spot it began to writhe in more pain. I fired again. Again the animal took a bullet to the head, and again it continued to writhe and struggle. Then a third shot, and a fourth, before it was finally still. A total of 6 seconds.
Amy also thought it would die on the first shot, and had turned around and watched the last 3 shots. She was freaked.
I knew once I pulled the trigger there was no going back. It was messy, but it had to be done.
So this is why I'm so pissed off... Either that Possum is a superhero, or the rifle is a wussy little squirt-gun that is incapable of killing anything. All I wanted to do was put this little critter out of it's misery, but it's last few seconds were probably 10x worse. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/frown.gif
What gives? This thing had four bullet holes in it's head but until the 4th shot it was still struggling vigoroursly... This .22 is gonna have to be limited to paper targets and rats... /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/mad.gif
This broke my heart. I went back to the house and got my rifle. I couldn't just stand by and watch this animal suffer. It was obviously going to die, and slowly at that.
My wife asked why I was getting the .22 out, and I told her. She came out to look at the animal because I wanted a second opinion on if putting the animal down was the best thing to do. When sh saw the sorry looking thing she agreed that we had to do the humane thing.
I knelt down, about 10 yards away, loaded up with a .22LR hollowpoint, aimed at the animal's temple, and told Amy to look away. Then I fired.
The bullet struck it's head right where I aimed. To my horror, instead of just dying on the spot it began to writhe in more pain. I fired again. Again the animal took a bullet to the head, and again it continued to writhe and struggle. Then a third shot, and a fourth, before it was finally still. A total of 6 seconds.
Amy also thought it would die on the first shot, and had turned around and watched the last 3 shots. She was freaked.
So this is why I'm so pissed off... Either that Possum is a superhero, or the rifle is a wussy little squirt-gun that is incapable of killing anything. All I wanted to do was put this little critter out of it's misery, but it's last few seconds were probably 10x worse. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/frown.gif
What gives? This thing had four bullet holes in it's head but until the 4th shot it was still struggling vigoroursly... This .22 is gonna have to be limited to paper targets and rats... /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/mad.gif