Ditto, I killed one with a stick while ON a bike and moving, it was a rabid gopher trying to attack me.
A Moose with a wiper blade !!!!
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Ditto, I killed one with a stick while ON a bike and moving, it was a rabid gopher trying to attack me.
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Raccoon climbed power pole outside the house, power was out the next morning, about a 3 inch deep 1 foot circle burnt into the pole between the top and bottom wire. Found the raccoon (still moving!!!) on the lawn, thought a dog had gotten him, finished him with a 22. I was kinda slow and didn't put it all together until the guys came by to fix the power and they pointed out that something had shorted out the transformer.
A garter snake bit my sister and our dog killed it. We picked on her for years that a snake bit her and it died. (Probably should apologize to her for that
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Raccoon climbed power pole outside the house, power was out the next morning, about a 3 inch deep 1 foot circle burnt into the pole between the top and bottom wire. Found the raccoon (still moving!!!) on the lawn, thought a dog had gotten him, finished him with a 22. I was kinda slow and didn't put it all together until the guys came by to fix the power and they pointed out that something had shorted out the transformer.
A garter snake bit my sister and our dog killed it. We picked on her for years that a snake bit her and it died. (Probably should apologize to her for that
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Done them with a pitchfork in the chicken house...
Hit and ran over 3 to 4 yr old black bear in a scotsdale chevy 3/4 ton on the stuart cassiar connector, doing about 120 kms heading up to atlin b.c., years ago.
bear darted out right at us from the right and put his head down into the front right tire.
what a bump and bouce that was as it went under the enitre truck andunder the rear right as well. damn near rolled the truck, but luckily corrected after sliding in a few s's and slowed down, stopped, backed up. got out.
it was groaning and moaning and trying to scrape away with its front left leg as the right one was clearly broken and twisted out to the side, its back was broke as well, couldnt move his hind legs
our guns were buried deep in in the middle front of the box under all the fishing nets and gear we had overstacked for flying into the taku river. the closest accessable items were an anchor on a chain and an aul axe.
i honestly felt quite bad for this bear all mangled and bloodied moanng away, the guy i was driving up there with used the aul but when he took his swing the bear turned his head so it took it in the back part of the jaw and below the left ear. f@ck.
second swing split his skull open pretty good and gross.
what a mess.
bear darted out right at us from the right and put his head down into the front right tire.
what a bump and bouce that was as it went under the enitre truck andunder the rear right as well. damn near rolled the truck, but luckily corrected after sliding in a few s's and slowed down, stopped, backed up. got out.
it was groaning and moaning and trying to scrape away with its front left leg as the right one was clearly broken and twisted out to the side, its back was broke as well, couldnt move his hind legs
our guns were buried deep in in the middle front of the box under all the fishing nets and gear we had overstacked for flying into the taku river. the closest accessable items were an anchor on a chain and an aul axe.
i honestly felt quite bad for this bear all mangled and bloodied moanng away, the guy i was driving up there with used the aul but when he took his swing the bear turned his head so it took it in the back part of the jaw and below the left ear. f@ck.
second swing split his skull open pretty good and gross.
what a mess.
2 days ago, was with a buddy of mine and he shot a good sized doe with 00 buck shot. Deer dropped, we dragged and tossed into the back of the pickup. Driving down the road I hear some commotion from behind me. The deer is now standing up in the box. WTF!! So I got out, walked over and ran the knife accorss its throat. Deer dropped and did the funcky chicken as we drove down the road. "Autopsy" reveled no pellets hit the animal at all except one grazed the top of the skull knocking the animal out.
A few weeks ago my buddies and I were sitting around the apartment watching a movie and having a few beers. All of a sudden my roommate pitches a beer at the baseboard and it smashes into a million pieces. We were all like "WTF?!" until he turned the light on and we saw a mouse all mashed up against the wall. Man that guy never should have quit playing baseball...
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Moose camp wasn't going as well as I would have liked. Grouse took a 308 Supreme Elite XP3 rd in the neck at 15 yards off hand (was aiming for the head). Most expensive grouse I ate that year.
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stomped a coon to death drunk in my buddies basement, how it got in there is beyond me but wasn't fun to clean up.
flying squirrel with a tree. that's right, with a tree. fell a skid of big ash and sat down on the butt of one and lit up a cigarrette while i waited for the skidder. as i looked at the ground i noticed something that resembled a tiny liver sitting on a leaf. further inspection revealed several tiny intestines and a flying squirrel poking half way out from underneath the log with it's abdomen blown out. killed a porcupine with a similiar method but i'll be honest i actually knew that the porcupine was in the tree before i fell it.
heard a story of an old guy with one arm that killed a deer with an axe while splitting wood.
my favourite was a good eater size northern pike with a .177 pellet to the back of the head from a crossman 357 4" barrel. swamp people style. buddy reeled it up to the boat and another buddy knew we were going to eat him, so he popped em. shook it's head a couple times and went belly up. made taking the hook off a lot easier.
flying squirrel with a tree. that's right, with a tree. fell a skid of big ash and sat down on the butt of one and lit up a cigarrette while i waited for the skidder. as i looked at the ground i noticed something that resembled a tiny liver sitting on a leaf. further inspection revealed several tiny intestines and a flying squirrel poking half way out from underneath the log with it's abdomen blown out. killed a porcupine with a similiar method but i'll be honest i actually knew that the porcupine was in the tree before i fell it.
heard a story of an old guy with one arm that killed a deer with an axe while splitting wood.
my favourite was a good eater size northern pike with a .177 pellet to the back of the head from a crossman 357 4" barrel. swamp people style
. buddy reeled it up to the boat and another buddy knew we were going to eat him, so he popped em. shook it's head a couple times and went belly up. made taking the hook off a lot easier.
when i was about 10 i killed a dog with my boot. i was walking home from school and it ran at me. kinda freaked out i kicked it as hard as i could it went over the side of the road ( a embankment about 60 feet) and cliped a couple tree's on the way down. two days later i could still see it down there and finnaly dug a hole for it.
same kinda time when i was ten i used to take this old single shot .22 and shoot gophers on th efarm. they would always hide in the old aluminum irigation pipes i proboly crushed just as many as i ever shot
same kinda time when i was ten i used to take this old single shot .22 and shoot gophers on th efarm. they would always hide in the old aluminum irigation pipes i proboly crushed just as many as i ever shot
gopher with a driven golf ball -(luck) - golf buddies wouldn't give me a re-shot.
pigeon with a weed wacker - damn thing flew at me out of an old shed, reflex dictated I swing the weed wacker to block - forgot I had one of those metal chopping blades on. had to wash my coveralls twice after that little excursion, pretty damn hard to explain to the boss.
a rat with my own p*ss - taking a leak in a sketchy bar bathroom in Australia, rat ran across the toliet - too many tooheys made the decision for me to take aim and try to drench the rat. Thing tried to get away and fell into the toilet, which I then flushed.
edit : cane toads with a 7 iron.
pigeon with a weed wacker - damn thing flew at me out of an old shed, reflex dictated I swing the weed wacker to block - forgot I had one of those metal chopping blades on. had to wash my coveralls twice after that little excursion, pretty damn hard to explain to the boss.
a rat with my own p*ss - taking a leak in a sketchy bar bathroom in Australia, rat ran across the toliet - too many tooheys made the decision for me to take aim and try to drench the rat. Thing tried to get away and fell into the toilet, which I then flushed.
edit : cane toads with a 7 iron.
back in highschool, screwing around with a paintball gun, saw something move in the creek, shot it, turned out to be a duck, tried flying away but then went head first down into the rocks and started going crazy, upon closer inspection, the paintball hit the poor bugger in the eye and burst it out, found a brick and crushed its head to put it out of its misery, called my cousin and we had duck for dinner!
I once killed a chipmunk with a bow, the get in our woodpiles and and stink the the house up when you burn the wood so we have always killed em on sight, this time it happened i had the bow and target points, nailed him to the shed. Also killed a finch with a pellet gun, i was pick clothes pins of the line at 20 yards, he flew up landed right on the one i was shooting at, caught my eye and i blew his little head off, total accident. My brother and i were deer hunting last year and he flushed a bunch of rabbits, i had to stop him from shooting them with 3 inch rifled slug, i ran a couple hundred yards back to the truck, got my shotgun and some # 6 and we had rabbit that night.
Was out with my buddy, he wanted to fill his doe tag and his buddy had one as well. Its about 20 min to end of legal hunt time and we drivin down the road in his chev pick up... I'm 1/2 asleep in the front cus at this point I had been up for about 120 hours straight (no bull####ting). They spot 2 good sized does on the side and get out and pop them both with shotgun and toss in the bed of the truck.. We drivin down the road and I heard some strange sounds coming from the back of the truck (I'm so exhausted at this point I'm barely concious) I managed to turn around and see one of the does is standing on all fours looking at me through the back window, my buddy thought I was sleeping so when I yelled "STOP" he got spooked and stopped right away askin me what was wrong... With out saying a word I got out, drew my buck knife, climed up on the right rear tire, reached over and grabbed this deer by the ears and pulled her kneck back and slit her just under the jaw from side to the other... She dropped like sack of hammers and started doing the twitching thing and I got back into the truck and passed out cold.... When we got back to his place I woke up and gave the deer a good lookin over..... NO BUCK SHOT PENITRATION ANYWHERE ON HER BODY.... I did find a small patch of skin missing from the top of her head where a pellet just grazed the top of her skull.... Knocking her out cold.. She then came to in the back of the truck I guess as we were driving down the road
Killed a bird (not sure what type but big) with a dehavilland Dash -8 between Monreal and Quebec city,,at 17000 feet .It hit the right side window ,we both ducked thinking a window had cracked but looked to my side and saw a 6 inch long white splotch. Called it in to our maint.people and on inspection in yqb there was remains and feathers strealed all down the side of the plane!
My grandfather (lived on Harrington Island in Quebec) had dog teams until the early 70's, they were pretty wild and were chained on. He was filleting fish one day outside when a young child got within striking distance of the dogs and one jumped at her. Gandfather let go with the fillet knife ,caught the dog midair and it dropped dead!
He also killed a rabbit once while we we snaring up here in N.S. .I had it in a snare by the back leg ,it got away so I chased it down and caught it.thinking we would keep it for a pet. Grandfather took it and reached between its front legs and pinched its heart ,one squeak and that was it. When skinning it that night we could see the bruise aound the rib cage and heart! Tough s.o.b.!
My grandfather (lived on Harrington Island in Quebec) had dog teams until the early 70's, they were pretty wild and were chained on. He was filleting fish one day outside when a young child got within striking distance of the dogs and one jumped at her. Gandfather let go with the fillet knife ,caught the dog midair and it dropped dead!
He also killed a rabbit once while we we snaring up here in N.S. .I had it in a snare by the back leg ,it got away so I chased it down and caught it.thinking we would keep it for a pet
. Grandfather took it and reached between its front legs and pinched its heart ,one squeak and that was it. When skinning it that night we could see the bruise aound the rib cage and heart! Tough s.o.b.!
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