jlcpls
06-07-2013, 10:32 AM
Been trying to get the posse of rodents undermining my driveway for a while, but work and other commitments take up all the right time to go hunting - I only see the vermin sometimes when I'm leaving for work and rarely when I'm coming home. Our drive is a half mile long and the critters are going gonzo near the end at the highway. I have spent some time at the top of the hill on the driveway in the past with my Savage 22mag GL when I get the time in the evening but no joy.
Yesterday afternoon, I get home and park on the driveway just off the road and start walking up to the bend at the culvert - where they have a condo, just to see if they are out and maybe heading for cover when they hear the truck roll in.
I round the bend, and there I see my quarry, and me without my rifle.
As I get closer, I see the cutest little baby woodchuck. Wet from rain and innocently chewing on moist grass just off the gravel.
I continue my approach, footsteps silenced by the wet ground I see a kind, gentle, and harmless little creature that only wants to live and eat.
A mere baby in the animal world, its innocence far overcomes the brutality of what I had in store for it, had my Savage been there to be a savage.
Every step brings me closer to God's creature, this gentle, warm creation of the animal kingdom - mere weeks from the womb and probably just now learning to eat solid food, I am amazed. Simply amazed.
Amazed that I got that close. Pulled the M&P 9c and put one in the head. Point blank.
http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n23/jlcpls/Mobile%20Uploads/0606131646.jpg (http://s108.photobucket.com/user/jlcpls/media/Mobile%20Uploads/0606131646.jpg.html)
Hell of an exit wound
http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n23/jlcpls/Mobile%20Uploads/0606131648.jpg (http://s108.photobucket.com/user/jlcpls/media/Mobile%20Uploads/0606131648.jpg.html)
recovered the bullet too:
http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n23/jlcpls/Mobile%20Uploads/0606131650.jpg (http://s108.photobucket.com/user/jlcpls/media/Mobile%20Uploads/0606131650.jpg.html)
To the thread title, my second thoughts are the rifle. Handgunning them at point blank range is a hoot.
Yesterday afternoon, I get home and park on the driveway just off the road and start walking up to the bend at the culvert - where they have a condo, just to see if they are out and maybe heading for cover when they hear the truck roll in.
I round the bend, and there I see my quarry, and me without my rifle.
As I get closer, I see the cutest little baby woodchuck. Wet from rain and innocently chewing on moist grass just off the gravel.
I continue my approach, footsteps silenced by the wet ground I see a kind, gentle, and harmless little creature that only wants to live and eat.
A mere baby in the animal world, its innocence far overcomes the brutality of what I had in store for it, had my Savage been there to be a savage.
Every step brings me closer to God's creature, this gentle, warm creation of the animal kingdom - mere weeks from the womb and probably just now learning to eat solid food, I am amazed. Simply amazed.
Amazed that I got that close. Pulled the M&P 9c and put one in the head. Point blank.
http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n23/jlcpls/Mobile%20Uploads/0606131646.jpg (http://s108.photobucket.com/user/jlcpls/media/Mobile%20Uploads/0606131646.jpg.html)
Hell of an exit wound
http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n23/jlcpls/Mobile%20Uploads/0606131648.jpg (http://s108.photobucket.com/user/jlcpls/media/Mobile%20Uploads/0606131648.jpg.html)
recovered the bullet too:
http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n23/jlcpls/Mobile%20Uploads/0606131650.jpg (http://s108.photobucket.com/user/jlcpls/media/Mobile%20Uploads/0606131650.jpg.html)
To the thread title, my second thoughts are the rifle. Handgunning them at point blank range is a hoot.