whining and evilness
#21
RE: whining and evilness
I'd go with the .22 - much cheaper and no damage done to your bolts.
I remember my dear ol' grandpa: people from the city would drop cats near their farm, and my grandma would feed 'em all. When he came in with two large baskets of eggs hanging on his arms, he'd have to shuffle and kick his way through cats to keep from getting tripped up. After a while when he'd had enough, he'd come back out with his old Marlin .22 pump. When the smoke cleared, there'd be about 10-15 dead cats (about half of what were there).
Local laws notwithstanding, if I lived on a farm, I'd be the one to decide when a cat was about to use up it's 9th life!
jaybe
I remember my dear ol' grandpa: people from the city would drop cats near their farm, and my grandma would feed 'em all. When he came in with two large baskets of eggs hanging on his arms, he'd have to shuffle and kick his way through cats to keep from getting tripped up. After a while when he'd had enough, he'd come back out with his old Marlin .22 pump. When the smoke cleared, there'd be about 10-15 dead cats (about half of what were there).
Local laws notwithstanding, if I lived on a farm, I'd be the one to decide when a cat was about to use up it's 9th life!
jaybe
#22
RE: whining and evilness
ORIGINAL: jaybe
I'd go with the .22 - much cheaper and no damage done to your bolts.
I remember my dear ol' grandpa: people from the city would drop cats near their farm, and my grandma would feed 'em all. When he came in with two large baskets of eggs hanging on his arms, he'd have to shuffle and kick his way through cats to keep from getting tripped up. After a while when he'd had enough, he'd come back out with his old Marlin .22 pump. When the smoke cleared, there'd be about 10-15 dead cats (about half of what were there).
Local laws notwithstanding, if I lived on a farm, I'd be the one to decide when a cat was about to use up it's 9th life!
jaybe
I'd go with the .22 - much cheaper and no damage done to your bolts.
I remember my dear ol' grandpa: people from the city would drop cats near their farm, and my grandma would feed 'em all. When he came in with two large baskets of eggs hanging on his arms, he'd have to shuffle and kick his way through cats to keep from getting tripped up. After a while when he'd had enough, he'd come back out with his old Marlin .22 pump. When the smoke cleared, there'd be about 10-15 dead cats (about half of what were there).
Local laws notwithstanding, if I lived on a farm, I'd be the one to decide when a cat was about to use up it's 9th life!
jaybe
#30
Nontypical Buck
Join Date: Feb 2006
Location: arkansas
Posts: 3,147
RE: whining and evilness
I gots 11 1/2 acres in the mountains in Arkansas. Nearest neighbor don't have cats [not any more] they try to eat my chickens, this is the last thing they saee before taking a "dirt nap" Darn, I wish I'd come up w/ that one!!! Twas great, Green Pea!!! BTW: I get 2-3 a week outta this.