A Moose with a wiper blade !!!!

I was cutting a piece of 2" pipe on a chopsaw one day and their was a gopher inside! Messy.
A girlfriend and I hit a deer on the way home one night, I ended it's suffering with a Swiss army pocket knife.
 
The wife hit a rabbit with her car, she got out and whacked it with a 5 D cell MagLight, she's a country girl, from good hillbilly stock, but I still haven't quite looked at her the same since.

A buddy was on his way home from hockey when he saw a buck get hit, it went into the ditch, and got tangled in a pagewire fence. It had a broken foreleg, and was messed up. He went down and walked it to the road, where he dispatched it with his Sherwood.
 
Got chased by a groundhog when I was crossing a field (I think it was sick/rabid) as a kid. Killed it with a couple of rocks. Hated groundhogs for a long time after that.
 
Fassteel said:
German sheppards use to scare the chit out of me when I was a kid, glad you don't see that many of them any more. FS
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yeah, but they're not as bad as those mean nasty pitbulls, or border collies, or chihuahuas, or...;)


Two buddies and I were mountain biking when we were about 15, during the 2 hr grind up the fireroad to where my dad had the truck parked, I saw a garbage bag blowing around on the road ahead...riding closer and closer, it turned out to be a blue grouse chasing bugs on the road...so we gave chase. My bike was a Snipes, model 30-06. I killed a blue grouse with a Snipes 30-06. I'll never forget the look on my dad's face when we opened the cabin door and tossed in a grouse and said "We stopped for dinner."
 
Cutting up some dead-fall one spring I saw a rabbit sitting perfectly still in the new growth grass. I wandered over and dropped an unsplit chunk of wood on it. It kicked its back legs a couple of times so I grabbed the back legs, pulled it out and whacked it over the log. Rabbit stew and tried my hand at tanning the hide.

Dug out a rats nest and smacked them all with the shovel. They were just outside the barn so it had to be done.

Killed a prairie dog in SK with a handful of gravel. Killed a groundhog with a large rock I threw at it from the fence row. That was pure luck!

Killed a mouse by flinging it high in the air off the end of a shovel. I guess the flight didn't hurt it so much - the impact with the ground, on the other hand...
 
Was unloading some trees when a gopher came up to me. I reached over and bashed its head with a bamboo stake. Later found out that it was a pet from of the office girls. One guy I was working with was charged by a grouse, after spraying with bear spray he eventually finished it off with a tree-planting shovel.
 
Mulie doe with an armored car. Saw the buck and first doe, tried to split the gap between Doe 1 and 2... Doe 2 hit the gas and PAF! Stopped the truck, turned around to make sure it was dead, and I was already on the ground with the shotgun in hand before the guys in back knew what the hell was going on Saved me some paperwork to know I wouldn't have to put the critter down. A few of the guys at the shop said I should've carved off the good quarters and brought them back for a feast.
 
Got a deer last week with a couple of Goodyear 37x12.5x15s, one front and one rear. Was going about 80kph, power steering is a little noisy now.:(
 
A deer with a Harley Davidson. Deer jumped out and landed on top of me. I go forward. Harley goes up. Deer goes down. Harley lands on deer. Dead deer. It was pure luck, and funny now. At the time it wasn't.
My dad killed a deer with its own antlers, when I was about 5 or 6. He hit the deer with his car. Deer's lying on the side of the road, horribly injured and unable to move. No gun in the car, nor anything to finish it off with. Quick search for anything ended up finding nothing. Not even a good rock or piece of wood. Well, the antler broke off, and he used that to pierce the neck. The cop found it funny, though I remember my dad being pissed. This wasn't the first time I saw a dead deer. Heck, I helped my dad gut the things. I wasn't too bothered by it, but my dad seemed really shaky afterwards. I couldn't understand why at the time.
 
Killed a crow with a broom stick a few years back. I had shot it once with a .22, but didn't kill it. Blew one of it's legs off, and it flew up to the highway. Too much traffic to take another shot at it, so I busted a broom stick over it's head.


Tough little bastard.
 
When I was about 10, I managed to hit a muskrat in a wading pool at a campground with a rock I threw in the head, killing it. I couldn't understand why the city kids were bothered. On the farm I would have had a .22 for it.
 
Back in Labrador we used to catch spruce grouse with a snare on the end of a stick or tree limb. Just get a straight stick, cut the bows off, put a snare on the end, then slowly move it towards the grouse. You just put the snare around his head and give a good yank.
 
I work at a golf course in the summer and routinely have to clean up small animal remains such as raccoons, because the hawks kill em and dumb the guts on the fairway etc, and we can't have the members seeing that now can we :rolleyes: Anywho, one morning this girl who worked their found a raccoon half alive with its guts spilled out, she freaked and got me to deal with it so I told her not to look and took its head of with a shovel. She didnt listen and got quite upset when i didn't "save it".
 
Grouse with a Ford F150 - had it for dinner.

Rabbit with a Honda Civic - gave it to the GF as a birthday present and had it for dinner.

Mouse with a paintball gun - hit him in the face and peeled his skin off right to his ass...dead instantly.

Mallard drake with a Kbar - damn zombie duck came alive in the blind and beat the hell out of me. Had to grab my hunting partner's Kbar and stab the bugger in the head!

Here's a good one: I'm sitting at the kitchen table one saturday morning on the farm and dad comes in from the chicken coop swearing under his breath. He rips open the closet door, grabs a 9 iron from his golf clubs, and storms outside. Turns out our old rooster nailed him in the ass with his spurs for the last time! We had chicken for dinner.
 
Deer with a knife, deer with a 5lb hammer, coyote with a stick, unwounded duck by hand that I caught out of the air when it flared too late when we popped up out of the blinds, rat with a shovel, maybe one hundred grouse with a slingshot, I could go on.......
 
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