johnday
The Crazy Scot, #3
This past Sunday, Jan got me up at 0300 saying we had a possum in one of the cat houses on the deck, and she wanted me to do something. Well, after a cup of coffee and a cigar, I got my .357 out. I was going to use a .22, but couldn't find any rounds for them. I did think a little, and loaded .38 Specials into it. Freezing the family jewels, with a 3 cell maglight in one hand, and the .357 in the other, I opened the roof of the cat house. Oh yeah!! A big fat possum. Aimed as best I could and squeezed a round off. As I was engrossed in the aiming and everything else, Jan came up behind me to see the possum. I didn't know she was there. "Oh, he's really big", she said, startling and making me miss. "Shit" !!!!!!!!!!!! I said. Missed the thing and drilled a hole thru the floor of the cathouse and into the deck!!!! The possum was shocked by the noise, and being a possum, did his thing. The next shot I drilled him in the head, thru the floor of the cathouse, and into the deck. Now I've got to take care of a dead critter, clean the blood out of the house, and dig 2 wadcutters out of the deck!!
But wait, there's MORE!!!
Last night, after dark ofcourse, I'm reading FF, and burning my custumary cigar and enjoying my Killians. Jan comes into the den. "Guess what?" she says. "What could be wrong in such an idealic world"?, I ask. "Another possum", she wickedly chortled. "Oh good" said I.
Crap!! Still didn't get those .22 rounds out of the garage. "I know, I'll use my .380 PPKS". So, I get that gun. Same thing, maglight in hand, fully dressed this time though, I brave the 24 degree weather. Open the roof, and "Oh yeah, another one" Took the evil thing out with another well placed shot to the brainpan. Double crap!!!! 2 shot possums, 2 messes, and now 3 holes in the deck. I've really got to hunt down those .22 rounds.
Now, what I need to know. How the crap do I keep these beasties out of the cathouses? I really don't care to punch any more holes in the deck!
Oh yeah, 2 days ago, the guy down the road who happens to be a State cop, was talking to Jan. He asked if had been shooting the other day. She told him the story. He just shook his head and said, "That sounds like John"
But wait, there's MORE!!!
Last night, after dark ofcourse, I'm reading FF, and burning my custumary cigar and enjoying my Killians. Jan comes into the den. "Guess what?" she says. "What could be wrong in such an idealic world"?, I ask. "Another possum", she wickedly chortled. "Oh good" said I.
Crap!! Still didn't get those .22 rounds out of the garage. "I know, I'll use my .380 PPKS". So, I get that gun. Same thing, maglight in hand, fully dressed this time though, I brave the 24 degree weather. Open the roof, and "Oh yeah, another one" Took the evil thing out with another well placed shot to the brainpan. Double crap!!!! 2 shot possums, 2 messes, and now 3 holes in the deck. I've really got to hunt down those .22 rounds.
Now, what I need to know. How the crap do I keep these beasties out of the cathouses? I really don't care to punch any more holes in the deck!
Oh yeah, 2 days ago, the guy down the road who happens to be a State cop, was talking to Jan. He asked if had been shooting the other day. She told him the story. He just shook his head and said, "That sounds like John"