So, my mom called me up and told me something has been eating the food she leaves out for her barn cats. She said she'd even found some kind of droppings right beside the bowl, and they certainly werent cats. So, I drive over and check it out. Sure enough, pretty good sized turds with what looked like little pieces of seeds and stuff in it.
Well, she says that she wants whatever it is gone. It's costing her too much in cat food to feed whatever it is, and the cats arent getting enough to eat. Ok, says I. So, I wait till night and go back with my old Steven's single-shot .410 and my Surefire. Well, no sooner do I go in the barn and shine the light at the bowl do I see a fairly large shapre hunkered over it chowing down. I got closer, and a big-ass possum turned and looked me right in the eye! This thing showed absolutely no fear whatsoever at seeing me. If anything, it looked a little pissed. I didnt want to shoot inside the barn, there are lots of animals and old tractors and shit around that I didnt want to take a pellet by accident on a ricochet. So, I go over and try to prod the possum with the barrel of the gun. Well, it just made this hissing sound and didnt really budge. So, I give it a harder poke, and it spun and bit the barrel! Left some pretty deep scratches in it (which I wasnt thrilled about) so I said to hell with this. I grabbed a pitchfork and used the haft to try to prod it outside. Didnt really make it move, aside from the physical shoving I was doing. And, by this time, the thing was getting upset and making some creeping noises. So, I spin the fork around and give it a light prod with the tines. Well, that got it to move, but only a few feet. To hell with this, I thought. This thing clearly isnt afraid of me, it's big as hell, I know it bites... time to finish it. So, I moved in pretty close and gave it a contact headshot. Well, that did the job. Then I had to get it out of the barn. So, I scooped it up with the fork and toted it outside. But, man! It was pretty heavy. I'd say at least 25 pounds of still-flopping possum. Probably had got fat eatting cat food all summer.
Anyways, not the best story ever, but I thought I'd share with you guys!
Well, she says that she wants whatever it is gone. It's costing her too much in cat food to feed whatever it is, and the cats arent getting enough to eat. Ok, says I. So, I wait till night and go back with my old Steven's single-shot .410 and my Surefire. Well, no sooner do I go in the barn and shine the light at the bowl do I see a fairly large shapre hunkered over it chowing down. I got closer, and a big-ass possum turned and looked me right in the eye! This thing showed absolutely no fear whatsoever at seeing me. If anything, it looked a little pissed. I didnt want to shoot inside the barn, there are lots of animals and old tractors and shit around that I didnt want to take a pellet by accident on a ricochet. So, I go over and try to prod the possum with the barrel of the gun. Well, it just made this hissing sound and didnt really budge. So, I give it a harder poke, and it spun and bit the barrel! Left some pretty deep scratches in it (which I wasnt thrilled about) so I said to hell with this. I grabbed a pitchfork and used the haft to try to prod it outside. Didnt really make it move, aside from the physical shoving I was doing. And, by this time, the thing was getting upset and making some creeping noises. So, I spin the fork around and give it a light prod with the tines. Well, that got it to move, but only a few feet. To hell with this, I thought. This thing clearly isnt afraid of me, it's big as hell, I know it bites... time to finish it. So, I moved in pretty close and gave it a contact headshot. Well, that did the job. Then I had to get it out of the barn. So, I scooped it up with the fork and toted it outside. But, man! It was pretty heavy. I'd say at least 25 pounds of still-flopping possum. Probably had got fat eatting cat food all summer.
Anyways, not the best story ever, but I thought I'd share with you guys!
. I hate them chicken killin' sonny beeches. Did I mention I had a possum kill several real nice fancy banty chickens?