Madsmiley wrote:Chris wrote:i shot a mouse with a .40 caliber beretta in my dad's old house about 8 years ago. i had to aim just right to get the ricochet to go into the wall behind the door. tore that thing up.
but that's just between us.
I ruined a racoons day inside the camp house at the deer camp last year with a .45..All season long guys keep wondering how that hole got in the roof..Hey it was dark and he was getting the better of me,I had to draw down on him..Im man enough to know when Im getting beat
The raccoon story reminded me of a rooster I shot many years ago. I still get teased about it.
When I was in college (eons ago), I lived just outside of Austin on 50 acres that my Aunt owned and rented to me and my best friend. One fall morning I was laying in bed reading a book. It was cool outside, so I had the ceiling fan on low...and a 6' wide sliding glass door to the back porch open.
My (Lab/Dalmation mix) dog jumped up on the porch to eat the food I had put out for him, when all of the sudden a rooster that I owned (a big silver spangled hamburg) raced over and attacked him. He spurred my dog that I had raised from a pup.. just below the eye (as I was to find out).
My dog, startled from the attack.. jumped down from the porch leaving the rooster standing beside his feed bowl. Something about the incident so enraged me....that I picked up my .45 off the bedside table, sat up straight in the bed and "double tapped" that rooster off the back porch!
Amazingly, the thing was still alive and flopping around even though one of the shots had hit it squarely through the breast (hardball ammo). My best friend never missed the opportunity to point out to visitors the two holes in the screen, and to recount his thoughts about being awakened to the sound of gunfire.
I still think my reasoning was sound though: I could replace the rooster for .50 cents, my dogs eye could not be replaced if this were to happen again. But, I must admit none of that went though my mind at the time, I was just mad at that crazy rooster for attacking my dog.
So, roosters......beware!
