Way back in the days of Departmental Final Exams in Sask there was always a last section which involved writing an essay. I imagine it was so those who graded the province wide exams could play the game and be sure the results fit the bell curve. I decided to write an essay on gopher extermination. Shooting, snaring and the usual methods were included then I went on to my most efficient method. I would hook an old field sprayer on the little Ford tractor, get the fox terrier we had and head for the pasture. The dog would only show interest in holes with live gophers. About 5 gallons from the 250 gallon tank would bring them to the surface where I met them with a baseball bat.
I always felt that whoever graded that paper must have formerley been a farm kid because I actually passed Gr 12 English.
For troublesome fox a neighbour kid had a better solution. He poured several pails of water then 3 five gallon pails of diesel oil down a den, and followed that with 5 gallons of gasoline. Then he threw in a lit smoke bomb. The whole hillside shook and smoke bellowed out all the other tunnels.
Recently I heard of a fellow whose chickens were being eaten by a mother fox that lived in a neighbour's field. Waiting for the neighbour to go to town Henry prepared a mix of nitrogen fertilizer and diesel fuel,ala Oklahoma City . He knew the proportions as in the past his dad had used the mix to blow dugouts as a business. Henry tells me his neighbour never did figure out just why he now has a 50 foot wide by 8 foot deep hole in the middle of that field.
Oh. by the way, no more lost chickens.
I always felt that whoever graded that paper must have formerley been a farm kid because I actually passed Gr 12 English.
For troublesome fox a neighbour kid had a better solution. He poured several pails of water then 3 five gallon pails of diesel oil down a den, and followed that with 5 gallons of gasoline. Then he threw in a lit smoke bomb. The whole hillside shook and smoke bellowed out all the other tunnels.
Recently I heard of a fellow whose chickens were being eaten by a mother fox that lived in a neighbour's field. Waiting for the neighbour to go to town Henry prepared a mix of nitrogen fertilizer and diesel fuel,ala Oklahoma City . He knew the proportions as in the past his dad had used the mix to blow dugouts as a business. Henry tells me his neighbour never did figure out just why he now has a 50 foot wide by 8 foot deep hole in the middle of that field.
Oh. by the way, no more lost chickens.
