Two seperate stories but occured last year. Wife would sh** if she knew I posted these.
At home, around dusk a large feral cat was perched on a large stone overlooking the bean field. I ranged it at 200yrds, placed the crosshairs, pulled the trigger and that was the very last sunset that cat saw. Needless to say I was happy with my newly purchased rifle. Wife doesn’t know this story, she wasn't home at the time.
Again, last year I had this other feral cat coming around the barn getting into things. This was happening for about a week. Finally one day I got tired of picking up the messes this animal was leaving so I decided to stake out the barn from the garage with my Mathews. Mind you, my wife would never approve my killing any cats what so ever that is why I chose the bow route. Just like clockwork this cat was trying to get into the barn at dusk. While standing just inside my garage, I busted this cat at 30yrds and the dropped him on impact. The very next thing I hear is my wife screaming at the top of her lungs from around the garage. She just so happen to be letting her little dogs out at the time I pulled the trigger. She saw the cat get nailed. She totally freaked me out because I thought she was inside the house. I was busted big time. What could I say to animal lover? Hunting Cats??? No excuse would have worked for her so I told to go back in the house. I buried the cat and went to talk to the wife. She was really upset and I had to promise her that I wouldn’t do it again. I haven’t broke that promise as of yet, but I know it’s a matter of time when the next cat pisses me off and I will break that promise. Hopefully I’ll get away it with the next time.
