megale3
05-19-2007, 02:58 PM
I have given all the cats that run through my yard fits lately. Seems that the air vents under my home were damaged and something had crawled under the house and would send "Mister the cat" into fits around my register floor vents.
We have a lady down the street that is one of those "Cat Ladies" you know the kind that keeps a lot of cats and they are constantly in your grill. I figure that they've gotten under there after I had opened up the foundation from winter time to let it breathe. Well last night was nothing new Mister started freaking out on a vent in the front room and it is close to the front door which I keep a BB gun handy. I snuck out and sat by the porch light and waited with a BB and a couple of pumps primed in my Crossman 760 Pumpmaster. And there I sat motionless for what seemed like hours with the barrel of the BB gun trained on the vent opening some 8 feet away. Suddenly I saw a nose stick out of the vent :shock: but it was not a cat it was a Raccoon (Raccoon= squirrels+2) :twisted: His mask was unmistakable and he looked right at me from the hole.
As I stayed motionless and proved that HR and intensity are not always linear or related, my heart jumped. He poked his head out 3 more times checking the situation out not knowing that I was not going to freak out but planed to put a BB square on his ceistier. He finally came out and he was as big as 25 lb infant and as he made the turn to go the opposite direction I pulled the trigger. 8) With a good 3 foot vertical leap the raccoon ran to the back yard. All this time "Cristin the beautiful maiden" was laughing at me (The Great Man Hunter), sitting in a lethal poised position, with my BB gun. I yelled for her to turn on the back porch light as I ran-Hey its dark along side the house and that freakin rodent could be waiting to ambush me :evil:
So through the back gate I go. Looking up into the locus tree in the middle of the yard on the fifth highest branch the bandit eyes are looking straight at me on the ground with a glare. And with 5 pumps loaded and ready to unload :shock: And like a fearless hunter I yelled "get out of this yard!" which sent the neighbors to the windows to see what must have seemed like a crazed moron shouting at a tree. In the light of the back flood lights it set the stage in a to the death battle of man vs. rodent :x . Believe it or not that raccoon had the gull to go up higher in the tree :x This was unacceptable and I aimed and pulled the trigger and put one square on his ceister again. Down the tree he went and hit the back fence but did not clear it and started to run down to the left side fence of the back yard. Again I am screaming and more neighbors are coming to the windows to see the battle rage. The Raccoon scrambled to the top of the fence and sat defiantly looking at me. I calked the pump 5 more no 6 more times and loaded the shiniest BB I have ever seen in the barrel and took aim. On the cyclone fence he sat taunting me I had no mercy. It was going to be him or me and I was going to sleep good that night :x I squeezed the trigger and the rest was slow motion. With a twiit the BB came out of the barrel and it seemed like I could follow it with my eyes as it came out and headed on its deadly vector to rodent rear. The rodent was stunned as it parried off the fence and ran right through my freshly planted tomato and pepper patch sending the seedlings flying :shock: and out of the back yard it went leaving a trail of destruction to the innocent vegetables :cry: He did not come back and I saved a few seedlings. In war there are no winners, just peril and plight.
Meg
We have a lady down the street that is one of those "Cat Ladies" you know the kind that keeps a lot of cats and they are constantly in your grill. I figure that they've gotten under there after I had opened up the foundation from winter time to let it breathe. Well last night was nothing new Mister started freaking out on a vent in the front room and it is close to the front door which I keep a BB gun handy. I snuck out and sat by the porch light and waited with a BB and a couple of pumps primed in my Crossman 760 Pumpmaster. And there I sat motionless for what seemed like hours with the barrel of the BB gun trained on the vent opening some 8 feet away. Suddenly I saw a nose stick out of the vent :shock: but it was not a cat it was a Raccoon (Raccoon= squirrels+2) :twisted: His mask was unmistakable and he looked right at me from the hole.
As I stayed motionless and proved that HR and intensity are not always linear or related, my heart jumped. He poked his head out 3 more times checking the situation out not knowing that I was not going to freak out but planed to put a BB square on his ceistier. He finally came out and he was as big as 25 lb infant and as he made the turn to go the opposite direction I pulled the trigger. 8) With a good 3 foot vertical leap the raccoon ran to the back yard. All this time "Cristin the beautiful maiden" was laughing at me (The Great Man Hunter), sitting in a lethal poised position, with my BB gun. I yelled for her to turn on the back porch light as I ran-Hey its dark along side the house and that freakin rodent could be waiting to ambush me :evil:
So through the back gate I go. Looking up into the locus tree in the middle of the yard on the fifth highest branch the bandit eyes are looking straight at me on the ground with a glare. And with 5 pumps loaded and ready to unload :shock: And like a fearless hunter I yelled "get out of this yard!" which sent the neighbors to the windows to see what must have seemed like a crazed moron shouting at a tree. In the light of the back flood lights it set the stage in a to the death battle of man vs. rodent :x . Believe it or not that raccoon had the gull to go up higher in the tree :x This was unacceptable and I aimed and pulled the trigger and put one square on his ceister again. Down the tree he went and hit the back fence but did not clear it and started to run down to the left side fence of the back yard. Again I am screaming and more neighbors are coming to the windows to see the battle rage. The Raccoon scrambled to the top of the fence and sat defiantly looking at me. I calked the pump 5 more no 6 more times and loaded the shiniest BB I have ever seen in the barrel and took aim. On the cyclone fence he sat taunting me I had no mercy. It was going to be him or me and I was going to sleep good that night :x I squeezed the trigger and the rest was slow motion. With a twiit the BB came out of the barrel and it seemed like I could follow it with my eyes as it came out and headed on its deadly vector to rodent rear. The rodent was stunned as it parried off the fence and ran right through my freshly planted tomato and pepper patch sending the seedlings flying :shock: and out of the back yard it went leaving a trail of destruction to the innocent vegetables :cry: He did not come back and I saved a few seedlings. In war there are no winners, just peril and plight.
Meg