I merked a squirrel in my living room with a blow gun last night

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Ok, under normal circumstances I would have gotten out the have-a-heart trap and released him into the wild, but I had just gotten home from a 12 hour work day running on 4 hours of sleep and I had to get up at 6:30 to vote today. I just wanted to fucking go to bed. This squirrel fell down my chimney and was making all this noise, knocking shit over and my dog was barking at it every 5 minutes. After trying to calm the dog down I opted for the only thing I had in my room capable of dispatching the dumb fuck critter in my house. I went out into the room, turned on a lamp and saw it perched on the log holder by the fireplace. I took aim and shot a 3 inch dart directly into it. It quickly scampered back up the chimney and I headed to bed with no remorse. Ill check it when I get home.
 
i shot a squirrel with an airsoft sniper from like 2 feet away so it'd get the fuck off my porch and it got startled so bad it ran straight into the wall and then jumped through the screen and went outside
 
i once nailed a squirrel from 10 feet away with a soccer ball, like full windup straight to the dome. It did like 5 barrel rolls and then darted up a tree, it was awesome
 
a racoon kept eating mine and my neighbours plants. one day we found it up in a tree. i took my paintball gun and lit him up with about 300 shots. it was mean cause he couldnt get out of the tree. but we never saw him again and i doubt i did any actual damage.
 
i bet the average soccer mom has killed more critters with her mini van than any of us have
 
my brother decided it would be a good idea to shoot a squirrel with a 30-06 at our ranch one time...
when he hit it, a wad of scrambled guts exploded like 20 feet into the air...the rest of it was in about a million pieces. the whole scene almost made us yack. i told him it was a stupid thing to do.
 
i took a bird out with my air gun as it started to fly away. rollled right and went down behind the fence it was sitting on before tried to fly away
 
There was a rabid raccoon in my grandparents garage one time so my grandpa decided it was time for me to learn how to shoot a gun. I was 11. I shot the thing point blank in the head. It didn't die. I shot it again, didn't die. My grandpa shot it 4 more times and the thing got up and walked 2 steps and keeled over. Mind you we shot it in the head 6 times total.

I use to have a BB gun and I would chase critter off my bird feeder because somehow they managed to get around the beer ball (you guys remember those?) that was around the pole. One time a pretty smart chipmunk decided to jump from a branch onto it. I watched him jump and fail miserably every time. I decided it would be fun to shoot him midair while he jumped. I never thought I would hit him but as that always goes, I did. Right in the air.

I have alot of stories of me and my friends just messing around not trying to kill anything but ending up hitting things anyway. I felt terrible every time, unless of course they're trying to steal my bird seed.
 
1.

my buddy was driving like 50 down through this thickly wooded area by my house and i had my hand out the window doing the wing flap thing (when the air pushes your hand up if you tilt it up, you know what i'm talking about) and i saw a bird ahead of us and thought to my self, man that would be cool if i hit it, well i did. and i freaked out, it was crazy.

2.

i was wakeskating at the same friends lake and we were going probably 20 feet from the edge of the lake and there were a bunch of geese floatin by the shore line. well i thought it would be a cool shot if i went in the group of geese and had them fly away in a big flock, naturally. well see they didnt really feel like moving and i ended up running over three or four geese on my wakeskate... i stayed up but it was weird to feel a goose underneath my wakeskate... i looked back and they were all bobbing up to the surface acting like nothing happend....weirrrrrrrd
 
straight up savage thread. love it.

^ i also shot a coon in the head like 6 or 7 times, fucking thing would NOT DIE!
 
hahah conor thats pretty epic.

one time i was playing lawn darts, and just as i threw it, a squirrel decided to tun right through where it was going to land. i got his tail with it on accident, but he just ran away.
 
One time my dad and I were hunting when I younger, and we saw this skunk like 20ft away, so he decided to throw a rock and scare it off...well the rock was bigger than his fist, and it hit the ground right in front of the skunk, bounced up and hit him in the nose hard...killed him instantly, he just like keeled over dead. We were so shocked we just started laughing.

I have plenty of other stories of fragging things like birds, gophers, etc. but that is a unique one.
 
My friend lives out in the middle of nowhere, longass driveway, forest all around..anyways. There's some random occurance several timesa year when these nasty ass diseased dying cats crawl up his driveway and die in his garage. so for the pastfew years his dad sits out on the porch with a rifle and shoots the cats as they come near. pretty gangster.

oh, and one time we shot a squirrel with a slingshot and it fell out of the tree and started seizuring violently. I assume it died, we got bored and dipped
 
they didnt all hit him. maybe got him 60 times or so? but it defenetly scared him.

anyway the wakeskate story from before reminded me of me chasing a duck that was trying to fly away from me on wakeboard. i got up really close behind it and decided to turn the other way and go around it. it decided to turn at the same time and i ran him right over. i felt bad about that one.
 
!!!UPDATE!!!

ITS STILL ALIVE. My class got canceled and I just came home to find 2 mousetraps I set up this morning to make sure are sprung with nothing in them. At this point I need to put it out of its misery.

I'm going hunting.
 
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my dad once nailed a goose on a golf course... it was pretty sweet. i think i'd rather shoot a squirrel with a blowgun, though.
 
nicee, Ive shot mad squirrels with bb guns but thats about it. Only squirels though because they are tree rats
 
Blow gun, thats baller as helll. When I got my first BB gas gun I was down at this creek and I saw a bird and no joke capped it from like 20 feet away and it dropped right of the tree. I felt bad but it was like right out of a movie.
 
then you ate it, just like your role in the movie fat camp, just like something right out of a movie, you starred in.
 
1. To set the story, there are lots of bats around my place. They live in my old barn that is close to my house. And the somehow get in our garage, like 40 or 50 of them just flying around my garage. So my dad and I have a ritual where we get an old wooden tennis racket (with like metal strings) and a long pole. And we take turns, my dad swings the pole and scares all the bats and when they fly around I smash the shit out of them with the tennis racket. We have it dialed, we figured out that when they fly they tend to have a circle that they follow roughly the same around and around. I know it sounds cruel, but there is way too many bats at my house, and we are controlling the population. Last year we got like 382 bats or something. Its like a once a week thing.

2. When my friend and i were younger and we were shooting my bb gun, and there was a bird that landed on a telephone pole at the end of my laneway (i have a long ass lane way). And I thought it would be cool to try and hit it. We both new it was impossible because it was so far away. I hit it right in the neck. A little red jet squirted out and it fell to the ground. We felt so bad we had a funeral. And burried him.
 
Yeah dude, tennis rackets + bats = a good time. haha. i remember one time i got one with the tennis racket and my grandpa decided it would be a good idea to stab it with one of the sparkler sticks and light it. so epic, haha.
 
Haha im not redneck at all, I grew up in middle-upper class suburbia. It was 2 am, I had a blow gun in my closet and I was fucking pissed.
 
my cottage is on an island and if we have squireel they get into the cottage so i hunt them, i use my dads 50 round magazine bb gun form when he was a kid. one day hunting a red squirrel and i hit it a couple times. (with this gun it takes a while) anyways i had it on a tree and i shot it in the stommach it fell over but was still hanging onto the branch with one paw. so i load the gun and shot the squirrel in the leg, i seperated it paw from foot. it fell to the ground and i shot it dead so it died humainly and did not suffer.(for all the people who dont like animals being killed, it did not suffer)
 
Once i was at my friends house, and we saw a nearly dead squirrel lying on the grass (my friend's cat had previously catched it and ate it's tail), so, to end the pain, we threw rocks at it, then, with a stick, threw it at the neighboor's house. It kind of splashed everywhere. Fun times!
 
hahaha

not at all dude.

and i have a blowgun, so what. i got it online for like $10 and its fun to shoot shit with

i once shot my brother in his ass, and it stuck in.

and now that i think about it, that was a DICK move. o well im sure he deserved it

 
one time i saw 2 squirrels chasing eachother in a tree, and one squirrel tried to jump branch to branch and missed the second branch and fell like 50 feet onto the road. Then it got up and walked off. Squirrels are badass.
 
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