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wow, she really hates mice. A .44 mag on mice Reminds me of one of my neighbors who had a squirrel living in his walls at home. One day he got upset with the constant gnawing on the studs, so he pulled out a 12 guage side by side and let loose with both barrels right into his own kitchen wall He too missed.
Thats nothing. My friend Steve's Father shot at a mouse with a double-barreled shotgun-in their livingroom!! :lol: But of course, what could you expect from a Yankee from Maine? with no offenses to any other Yankees on this site ;-)) End result was that he also put large holes in the carpet and floorboards. Guess what? he missed the mouse both times. No joke, this is true.
for shooting mice in the house. That is just silly. However, that said we did have a bit of a mouse problem out on the farm in Mt.. We had one of those old floor furnaces which was a giant grate in the floor of the living room with the gravity feed fuel oil burner hanging underneath in the basement. During the summer and fall with the furnace turned off it was like a "highway" for the mice to get into the upstairs. In the early morning, I would sit in my Lane recliner with a Crosman BB gun in my lap, pumped to five so it had little power over 15 feet. With the grate on my left I would wait for a mouse to poke his head out of the grate, and nail the little bugger. Wife thought I was "off my rails", until she started counting up the "rodent tally" in the basement, then she thought it was a good thing. When we first moved into that old place, the mice looked at us like intruders into their domain. Our bedroom was upstairs, and at night you could hear the little buggers running around in the atic because it was like the "mouse Olympics". A few fast steps between the studs, quick silence, thump when they dropped down on the other side of the stud, and then fast footsteps to the next stud. After a week or two ya just didn't even pay attention anymore. Those little buggers ate D-Con by the pound, and all that did was pile up stinking carcasses in the walls and ceiling that took forever to quit rotting away. Finally had the place fumagated, and that got rid of the bulk of them for about a year. Then back they came! That is when I took up the BB gun ritual in the livingroom, it didn't really help all that much, but it made me feel a bit better. We also had these "wind-up" traps that could hold about twenty mice with each setting. The first time I put one of those under the sink it sounded like a turnstile checking spectators at a baseball game, chunk, chunk, chunk, until the spring wound down. Then you take the whole thing out to the yard, submerg it in a barrel of water and drown the bastards, dump their bodies out, and re-set it. Even twenty a time, in each of the four traps barely kept up. Ahhh, the joys of country living!
You need some cats outside, Clint. My father has chicken houses (36,000 birds) and therefore can have rats as large as a small dog in and around them. They have two solid white cats with 6 toes on their front feet. They kill rats non-stop out at the chicken houses. The male cat often catches and tortures smaller rats for several hours before killing them. He drags the rats out to the middle of the pasture and lets them go. The rats then run like they are possessed and the cat lets them get almost to safety before catching them again and starts the whole process over again. Eventually the rat is so warn out they can barely run and the cat sits there and bats them around, I guess trying to get them to run faster.
Possibly, but I suppose he had his bag of fun doing that As for the patching up that must have been another story...
Oh my, we had "cats" outside dozens of them in fact. Actually we had a weird hybrid set of cats which were cross bred by a local guy who had a Lynx male as a house pet that he crossed with normal "tabby" cats. They were sterile of course but nasty pieces of work for any rodent, about the size of a Boston Bull Terrier (which my Mom bred and sold), and fast as all get out. Black and white coloring only, crooked short tails, big "snowshoe" like feet, a sloppy under belly piece of swinging flesh, and large ears with tuffs on them. When they walked you could see that chunk of skin under them swing from side to side. We only had two at a time (as I mentioned they were sterile), and we had to buy them from a guy who bred them just for their "abilities". They didn’t make good "house pets", but they would follow a guy around when you were feeding stock or opening a hay stack. That was "easy pickin’". One time Dad and I were working in the barn, and one of them came up and laid a weasel on Dad’s boot, sort of like "see what I did?" Weasels are not easy prey. Then he ate the weasel. Much to my embarrassment these days (in retrospect) they were always named for Negro stereotypes. The first set were "Amos and Andy", the second set were "Sambo and Rastus". However, at the time as they were mostly black in coat color, and it didn’t seem that nasty. The cats didn’t care, and I didn’t know it was a racial "insult". But boy oh boy, could those cats catch and eat rodents and nearly anything else smaller than they. Here is where this gets "funny". One time (in the early sixties) we had put up about 600 acres of oats on one farm, and it had been "hailed" bad. This was nearly 300 miles north of our main place, so we had it swathed, bailed and stacked as "hay". The people who did the work took their share off the field, and stacked our share for us to use. Oat hay is very "grain" heavy, and it attracted field mice to the point that the hay was going to be lost if it wasn’t moved. Dad and I went up for the first load to move to the lower farm, and the mice would be just running up your pant legs trying to escape being exposed. The second time we went up to pick up the oat hay, we took two of our "big cats" with us. After about an hour of loading the oat hay, I looked over an one was sitting there with a mouse under each paw, one mouse in his mouth, and a look of "what now" on his face. He was full, he had used up all his "fun quotient", and wasn’t even enjoying the hunt anymore. Too many mice, too few cats was the obvious problem. When we took our Boston Terriers we discovered they would "kill" the rodents, but never eat them really. Until they tired out late in the day, they just caught and killed mice with a "crunch" and shake.
When I was a kid I used to work for a corn sheller (back before combines did everything). The Cribs were always full of rats. They keep backing up as the pile goes down until there's one ear for every rat, and they make a break for it, right at you. I killed thousands over the years with a good "bean" with the shovel. He had two dogs as well, who stationed themselves on either side of the crib. Neither infringed upon the other's territory, and both knew "exactly" what was happening. Two tongue out, panting, happy dogs. Left or right meant a quick shaking, toothy death. Straight meant "Hammer Time". We burned the pile of dead rats, after we individually acknowledged each dog for the good work (which they were waiting to show us). Like Big Game Hunters with their Trophies ! In the book Catch 22, "Crazy Joe" set out a piece of cheese in his tent at night and waited for mice, and then shot them with his 45. Much to the (Midnight) chagrin of the rest of the camp. Perhaps where he got the idea?
I know where you all are coming from. Since im tomporarily staying at my Bro-in-law and Sis's place-my Cats are there as well. Shasta-the adult female-has been killing mice left and right but she hasn't been able to stop the flood. The female Kitten I have which is named Toonces, likes to play with the mouse she catches until after she kills it. Neither Cat will eat them-I guess because they are not birds or canned cat food. Sometimes I sit outside with my Bro-in-law witha pellet gun waiting to shoot at the ones coming in from a neighbors yard via the power line. Since i've been there (since Tuesday) i've shot and killed at least 10 or so. I know i've shot at a few others but don't know if I missed them or not because these were running the other way on said power line which disappears into the trees of the vacant lot next door.
One thing is certain, those bloody cats are born sadists! I used to have five and I don't know which one was the worst
Hi Miguel, thanks for the Cat-laughs. Cats ARE sadists true-but they're CUTE sadists-so it doesn't matter and they are allowed to get away with it. ;-))
Heh heh, that aint about to happen-because these are outdoor cats-until I get them to Houston; that is ;-)) Toonces is the worst of the lot being only about 4-1/2 months old-she doesn't know better yet. Last night, Shasta got into a fight with a Racoon at about 11:45 pm-and she kicked it's asp big-time. We have about 3 or 4 racoons hanging out near the backyard shed. I wish I had a Pitbull-so I could sic it on them.
My neighbors cat used to leave them presents in their toilet. Presents as in the heads of chipmunks! She musta eaten their bodies first, then carried their heads inside, leaving them in the toilet. Not sure if that was a warning IE. "If you don't feed me this is what i will do to you!" or something more sadistic.
