About 2 years ago I get a phone call from the dude across the street that they have a raccoon on their porch acting funny. He doesn't even own a gun so he asks if I'll take care if it (it's like 5am and still pitch dark)
I grab the 20 gauge single shot and two shells just in case. When I get there the coon is backed up against their front door hissing and stumbling around. I've never seen a rabid animal but this one had some issue.
I shove it off the porch with the butt of my gun and get it into the yard so I can shoot it. At point blank range I pull the trigger and shit flies everywhere. I said, "woah! Did you see his brains?"
My neighbor says, "are you sure you hit him?"
"yeah I'm sure, I saw stuff fly."
He asks, "whys he still moving?"
I reply, "nerves".
Neighbor says, "he's walking away."
Me, "holy shit! I must've missed. "
Luckily I had the extra shell and the second shot was money. Lmao!
My first shot hit the ground and the brains I saw was dirt flying. Ha ha ha!
That's my urban warfare story. My neighbor has not let me live that one down for two reasons.
1. Missing at point blank
2. Putting a hole in his front yard.
