A Moose with a wiper blade !!!!

Got a rabbit this year with my bare hands, saw it, grabbed the back legs and smacked it against a tree. Took heads off winged pigeons on the farm with a twist, no need for another shot. Lead pipe to the back of a rabbits head when we used to raise them for meat.
 
Injured beaver with a tire iron - in front of my two little daughters - in the headlights. Ever after that, I carried a rifle for such occasions. :(:(
 
Going home from the range one afternoon, flock of sparrows flew across. Heard a "ping" & saw the rear half of a bird attached to the car antenna.

Alright already!! Moose & wiper balde!!!
ok, blade.
 
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Years ago we were down to Cabri Sask for a little goose hunting. Leaving the fields around 10:00 am and this lone goose comes running out of the stubble in front of the truck. My buddy bails and gives him the old football tackle, rings his neck and drops him in the back of the truck with the other casualties. We continue into town and stop on main street for breakfast. Just as we get served, granny comes in and asks if thats our truck outside. Yeahh...why??? She says "you better go deal with it"...what the heck? Go outside and this gander is standing on top of all his dead buddies, wings spread, neck all ginked around and hissing at everybody on the street !! He was right Po'd !! A quick "whacK" with a spade shovel settled his stuff ..
Back then all we got was a good ribbing by everyone in town for not finishing the job in the field...nowadays..whew..who knows who we would have offended.
 
Years ago when a friend of mine snared his first gopher he got so excited, to keep the gopher away from him, he swung it through the air and slammed it on the ground. It was instantly skinned. I tried a few times, but couldn't replicate it.
 
Years ago after a hard night of drinking my buddy, myself and the two girls we had picked up the night before (whom we had just met) decided to drive by the few traps in my pasture I had set out for coyote/fox on the way back to our farm.
As luck would have it I had a coyote in one of my traps and no gun with us.
Much to the dismay of our new female aquantances I proceded to kill the coyote with a 2x4 by hitting it over the head. After a couple of good wollops, the coyote was still alive. My friend who wasn't quite sobered up yet decided to show me how it was done. After beating the poor thing several times over the head we finally had snuffed him out.
I then removed him from the trap and threw him into the back of the pickup. When we reached the farm and got out of the truck , I walked past the pickup box there he was standing upright and he snapped at me and was snarling. I quickly grabbed the 2x4 as my buddy had the attention of the coyote by this time and finished the job.
My buddy was so shaken up by this that after I showed the girls in the house I came back out to fing that he had put the coyote in a sack and had sprayed a whole bottle of raid by his nose before closing the sack thinking that if he wasn't dead this time the fumagating with poison would do it.

Always had a gun when checking traps after that and never again did I take a girl to the trapline on a first date.
 
hit a deer with my vehicle on a first date. I had to do the deed with a rock from the ditch. It just wouldn't die took a few to many blows I guess as the date ended early.
 
moose vs car

Back in the '70's I was driving at nite into a smallish B.C. town. They were having a celebration, shooting a fireworks display, which I was watching out of my right side window. I was driving a volkswagon at 60 mph. As I looked back at the road, caught a flash of brown right in front of me. Hit the brakes, hung onto the steering wheel and ducked.

Nailed a bull moose broadside. He squashed the hood, took off the front windshield and all the door posts, shoved the whole mess over the engine compartment.

I was covered in blood and moose ####, but walked away.

RCMP investigator told me the impact was equivalent to driving off a six story building.

Somebody was looking after me that night.

BTW, the fact that I was not wearing a shoulder harness allowed me to duck. Otherwise....
 
I recall the first time I went gopher hunting with my brother & cousin... We were out in this field by our cousin's place, we all had .22's & we'd been plinking at the occasional gopher for an hour or so.

Well my brother hadn't seen a gopher up close & personal before, so he decided the next one he shot, wouldn't go back down the hole after getting shot.

A few minutes later, BANG, and I look to see him sprinting at this gopher mound. PUNT, up goes the gopher he just kicked, must have reached a good 50' up at the peak of the arc, and all we could hear was this terrified sounding "SQUEAK!". It landed near me, so I finished the poor thing off with a quick shot from 1'... Hardly the most difficult distance.

When my brother got pissy that I'd killed it, all I could say is "Chris... It's a gopher, NOT a football!"

At the time, it wasn't too funny... But when we told dad & our uncle about it, both of em were laughing so hard, there were tears in their eyes... And they kept looking at each other & saying "SQUEAK!" :D

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I have killed racoons with a ballpeen hammer. Put a deer out of its misery with the back of an ax. A freind of my dads once had to kill a horse with a pitchfork but that was a matter of life or death.
 
I notice a mouse running around in the bathtub when I lived with my parents. The only thing I could find to smack it with was a hockey stick. Skinny stick in round tub didn't work to well...couldn't seem to hit it. So I went and got my BB gun and shot it. My mom thought it was hilarious when she got home.
 
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