This story took place in April of 09. I thought it was worth posting agian.
Well I inspected my beehive tonight and found mice. It was decided they had to go. I assembled my hunt team: Hunter, Oliver, and myself. We needed to develop special weapons and tactics to make the hunt work.
Based on my scouting I knew there were 3-5 mice bedding down in the area. I knew they had been spooked earlier in the day and would be a bit edgy and prone to bolt the bedding area with little disturbance.
It was decided an arrow with a spike taped to it and given a razor sharp point would be used to fit between the combs to disable any that stayed in the bedding area. I figured based my extensive expience that once the bedding area was breached they would try and scatter.
Based on that I decided a purebred retarded Golden Retriever would be best to patrol the perimeter. I choose a 12 almost 13 year old boy to lay down a close field of fire with a remington 20 gauge youth model. I would handle the spear.
When the bedding area was disturbed 3 of the 4 varmits headed for the thick grass. One was dispatched quickly with the 20 gauge at close range. Another made a break for it and almost cleared the property line. I thought for a brief second we would have to tresspass to hunt him up. Luckily the 20 gauge barked agian and the second carcass hit the ground.
At this point we still had two malcontents on the loose. One had made the mistake of hanging in the bedding area hoping the threat had past. That is when the spear came thundering down. It was a haphazard shot that only managed to pierce the rear flank. It was at that point we were at some sort of a stalemate. It was not a kill shot but we were not sure how to proceed.
After a quick conference we elected to try and drag the vermin out without loosing our sprear hold. That was a successful manuver. The honey snatcher was drug from his lair and put to the ground. At that point the size 12 wide Red Wing came into play. The head was smashed into the ground with a mighty, yet presice stomp.
At this point there was still one "walking dead" hiding in the thick grass of the nursery. At this point the trail was cold and we needed a good nose to ferret him out. We released the hounds at this point. The cur managed to tree the bastard and rather than sacrifice the tree Hunter elected to poke the escapee with his gun barrel out of its lofty perch.
The vermin made a break for it and was ran down by the dog. It was a quick and almost painless death. The jaws of the dog did their dirty work and the mouse became a playtoy like a carcass often becomes. We called off the dog and retrived the final carcass.
It may have been a some what short hunt but it just goes to show careful scouting and having the right equipment pays off. Some may say it was a baited hunt in a bedding area but I feel we earned our kills. Skill, preperation, and knowing your target go a long way to ensure a successful hunt.
.....You know, like nunchuck skills, bowhunting skills, computer hacking skills.....girls only want boyfriends who have great skills....
Well I inspected my beehive tonight and found mice. It was decided they had to go. I assembled my hunt team: Hunter, Oliver, and myself. We needed to develop special weapons and tactics to make the hunt work.
Based on my scouting I knew there were 3-5 mice bedding down in the area. I knew they had been spooked earlier in the day and would be a bit edgy and prone to bolt the bedding area with little disturbance.
It was decided an arrow with a spike taped to it and given a razor sharp point would be used to fit between the combs to disable any that stayed in the bedding area. I figured based my extensive expience that once the bedding area was breached they would try and scatter.
Based on that I decided a purebred retarded Golden Retriever would be best to patrol the perimeter. I choose a 12 almost 13 year old boy to lay down a close field of fire with a remington 20 gauge youth model. I would handle the spear.
When the bedding area was disturbed 3 of the 4 varmits headed for the thick grass. One was dispatched quickly with the 20 gauge at close range. Another made a break for it and almost cleared the property line. I thought for a brief second we would have to tresspass to hunt him up. Luckily the 20 gauge barked agian and the second carcass hit the ground.
At this point we still had two malcontents on the loose. One had made the mistake of hanging in the bedding area hoping the threat had past. That is when the spear came thundering down. It was a haphazard shot that only managed to pierce the rear flank. It was at that point we were at some sort of a stalemate. It was not a kill shot but we were not sure how to proceed.
After a quick conference we elected to try and drag the vermin out without loosing our sprear hold. That was a successful manuver. The honey snatcher was drug from his lair and put to the ground. At that point the size 12 wide Red Wing came into play. The head was smashed into the ground with a mighty, yet presice stomp.
At this point there was still one "walking dead" hiding in the thick grass of the nursery. At this point the trail was cold and we needed a good nose to ferret him out. We released the hounds at this point. The cur managed to tree the bastard and rather than sacrifice the tree Hunter elected to poke the escapee with his gun barrel out of its lofty perch.
The vermin made a break for it and was ran down by the dog. It was a quick and almost painless death. The jaws of the dog did their dirty work and the mouse became a playtoy like a carcass often becomes. We called off the dog and retrived the final carcass.
It may have been a some what short hunt but it just goes to show careful scouting and having the right equipment pays off. Some may say it was a baited hunt in a bedding area but I feel we earned our kills. Skill, preperation, and knowing your target go a long way to ensure a successful hunt.
.....You know, like nunchuck skills, bowhunting skills, computer hacking skills.....girls only want boyfriends who have great skills....
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