A Moose with a wiper blade !!!!
- Thread starter sealhunter
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- Claresholm Alberta
I got a snowshow hare with my motorcycle one summer night when I was living up in Englehart. I got a pidgeon in my parking lot with my dodge neon last summer down here in Toronto.
Not really unconventional in tool used, just method/effect:
When I was 18 and standing in a clear cut in chilliwack While explaining to my friend that my airsoft gun was no where near as powerful as the real gun it imitated (M16) and had no kick I fired a 3 bb spray into the air one handed without looking up or away from our conversation. I started my sentence to explain that the bbs would drop harmlessly back down to earth in a few seconds but was cut off by a robin dropping dead from the sky accompanied by two bbs (the third I assume to have been in the dead robin). There were a few moments of stunned silence and then laughter so hard my sides hurt for the rest of tthe camping trip. He still tells people at parties that story with a big s**t eating grin on his face.
When I was 18 and standing in a clear cut in chilliwack While explaining to my friend that my airsoft gun was no where near as powerful as the real gun it imitated (M16) and had no kick I fired a 3 bb spray into the air one handed without looking up or away from our conversation. I started my sentence to explain that the bbs would drop harmlessly back down to earth in a few seconds but was cut off by a robin dropping dead from the sky accompanied by two bbs (the third I assume to have been in the dead robin). There were a few moments of stunned silence and then laughter so hard my sides hurt for the rest of tthe camping trip. He still tells people at parties that story with a big s**t eating grin on his face.
I once ran over a red squirrel while cross country skiing (I was on the skis, not the squirrel). It was one of those total wtf just happened moment, a friend and I were out for a ski, traditional not skate so we weren't moving all that fast and we came around the corner, and squirrel just kind of jumped out in front of me. Either he had really bad timing or just couldn't take it any more. There was like one second where I looked at him and was like 'holy sh*t there's a squirrel' and he looked back and then crunch. I bailed and my friend screamed and the squirrel just kind of lay there. So we're standing over him still slightly shocked and this lady comes up behind us and we tell her what happened and she's obviously upset and asks if I'm going to take the clearly deceased (squished body, broken neck) to the vet! It was totally surreal, needless to say our post ski hot chocolate had a touch of the Irish that day.
A guy who worked where I work now went to shorten a stump with a feller buncher and suddenly there's black fur and blood everywhere (600 lb blade at very high rpm). At first he thinks he's killed the foreman's black lab but turns out a bear was hibernating under the stump and came barreling out at the wrong time.
Just sayin' , that story was told twice by you in the same thread. The first time it was your buddy that slit the deer's throat, the second time it was you. Maybe I did 'nt read it right, I'll go back and check. Just sayin'.
A few of my more memorable ones...
When I was 13 a mouse was running around the house, I attempted to capture it with a glass cereal bowl - and accidentally decapitated it. Oops.
Later that same year, winter, family and i are sitting round the roaring wood stove watching TV, when this gods-awful clawing, screaming, skittering sound was heard, falling down the chimney into the stove, lasting some 5 minutes - even the St Bernard had no idea what to make of it.
As an adult, I was driving an old aspen station wagon down the highway, came up over a hump and right into a flock of suicide birds, those little guys that like to collect on pavement. after a large number of small thumps (felt and sounded like the car was being hit by several paint guns on full auto), the temp gauge started climbing. I stopped at a gas station, found the rad packed with beaks and feathers; stopped counting after i think 20 beaks. Stank too.
The best, though, was when I was working for my dad, doing carpenter's helper - he had a contract to build a new roof on a house. I was on the roof using a 2.5" air powered coil nail gun; normally the air pressure is set to 80PSI to keep from driving the nails too deep. Well, this one blasted seagull decided to take exception to me being on the roof, and repeatedly dive bombed at me, swooping and screaming. after the fifth time of this, I shouted at my dad to crank the air pressure to full (130PSI); while I reloaded, wired back the safety and waited. The seagull came at me again, so i waited until he had swooped over the adjacent swamp (so as to not risk projectiles harming anything), and opened fire. Took about 40 rounds, (air guns aren't so accurate at 50 feet) but that gull went DOWN. Have I mentioned I hate seagulls?
When I was 13 a mouse was running around the house, I attempted to capture it with a glass cereal bowl - and accidentally decapitated it. Oops.
Later that same year, winter, family and i are sitting round the roaring wood stove watching TV, when this gods-awful clawing, screaming, skittering sound was heard, falling down the chimney into the stove, lasting some 5 minutes - even the St Bernard had no idea what to make of it.
As an adult, I was driving an old aspen station wagon down the highway, came up over a hump and right into a flock of suicide birds, those little guys that like to collect on pavement. after a large number of small thumps (felt and sounded like the car was being hit by several paint guns on full auto), the temp gauge started climbing. I stopped at a gas station, found the rad packed with beaks and feathers; stopped counting after i think 20 beaks. Stank too.
The best, though, was when I was working for my dad, doing carpenter's helper - he had a contract to build a new roof on a house. I was on the roof using a 2.5" air powered coil nail gun; normally the air pressure is set to 80PSI to keep from driving the nails too deep. Well, this one blasted seagull decided to take exception to me being on the roof, and repeatedly dive bombed at me, swooping and screaming. after the fifth time of this, I shouted at my dad to crank the air pressure to full (130PSI); while I reloaded, wired back the safety and waited. The seagull came at me again, so i waited until he had swooped over the adjacent swamp (so as to not risk projectiles harming anything), and opened fire. Took about 40 rounds, (air guns aren't so accurate at 50 feet) but that gull went DOWN. Have I mentioned I hate seagulls?
^ Your cereal bowl mouse reminded me of the time we found a mouse on the lawn one Sunday afternoon and my brother takes a swing at it with a 9 iron. I was wearing a white shirt and he shanked a chunk of guts right onto it.
Dorian Gray
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
"Hack" on the boards here is a good friend of mine.
Years ago, I took him out hunting rabbits for his first time.
He was ahead of me about 25 yards when a rabbit spooked out from a bush and made a run for it...
Hack let'em have it, two full blasts from his Nova 12g Pump... I could actually see the cloud of shot fly into the bushes...
Rabbit down!
Hack was so proud, smiling ear to ear.
We took that rabbit home and I taught him how to skin it...
Once we got him skinned, we made a funny realization.
Not a single pellet mark on him.
Hack had scared the rabbit to death!
I still give him #### about it to this day.
Years ago, I took him out hunting rabbits for his first time.
He was ahead of me about 25 yards when a rabbit spooked out from a bush and made a run for it...
Hack let'em have it, two full blasts from his Nova 12g Pump... I could actually see the cloud of shot fly into the bushes...
Rabbit down!
Hack was so proud, smiling ear to ear.
We took that rabbit home and I taught him how to skin it...
Once we got him skinned, we made a funny realization.
Not a single pellet mark on him.
Hack had scared the rabbit to death!
I still give him #### about it to this day.
- Location
- London Ontario
^^ I had a rabbit jump up onto the windshield of my car at 100k, it exploded. I went back to make sure it was dead (it scared the hell out of me, I needed a minute before I could drive again), it was basically inside out. Windshield covered in rabbit poop, I discovered that the car was out of bug juice... uncomfortable ride home.
Then there was the time out east when the deer got her head into the open window of the car at about 100, lost her head... the car couldn't be fumigated, we had to replace all the upholstery...
Then there was the time out east when the deer got her head into the open window of the car at about 100, lost her head... the car couldn't be fumigated, we had to replace all the upholstery...
On two occasions I broke a moose's head in with an air hose. They both had broken backs at the time so were not much of a threat. When we hit them from behind with a unit we often break their backs but do not kill them. If there are no section guys around we get a hold of the next train, who then stops and finishes the job. If not they lie there while the scavengers start in on the them while they are still alive. That is about as ugly as it gets.
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My friend lived in a pretty "ghetto" house that was all dilapidated. He had chipmunks running through like crazy all the time more than is normal for these old country houses. I was sitting on the couch one night and this little chipper made his last move trying to run from the couch to the computer. One strike with his dads cane broke the little guys back and a stomp finished him off.
