How to hunt squirrel


A Funny Story (at least I think it is)

I just posted this little ditty elsewhere and thought I’d share it here as well.

                                                     The problem raccoons

Long ago  I lived in a house right next to my sister-in-law. She was a fruit-loop animal lover and activist. She would feed the raccoons every night at her bird feeder. I could have cared less but the troop of critters would stop off on their way from her house and raid my trash barrels for dessert. I tried everything, skunk urine, mothballs,(no moths were injured in this) cement blocks on the lids. I trapped them live and relocated them and they either found their way home, or others took their place.  Nothing worked. I even pleaded my case to the sister, but she dismissed my plight, in fact I noticed she would smirk when she would see me cleaning up the mess EVERY MORNING.

Finally, one night I looked out and saw them out there about to have at it, and I lost my patience. I opened the back door, stuck the barrel of my .22 out and nailed the biggest one between the eyes.

That was the end of them. The dead one rolled off down the hill into the weeds, and the rest ran off and never returned, at least not to my house. But it doesn’t end there. Sweet sis came charging out at the sound of the shot and wouldn’t buy my lie about firecrackers. She didn’t talk to me for 4 months, what a bonus! 🙂