12-24-2008, 04:33 AM
Greg wrote:
Tom, the gun and load you used were correct for the situation, but the location was not. You were lucky.
Keep and bear arms all you want, discharge them at the range, or in a hunting preserve in season, or use them to (heaven forbid) protect the life of yourself or a loved one. But if I hear a shot, the cops are coming.
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Greg,
If I had well-mannered rats running around my yard they would listen to me and go obtrude upon someone else. But these dirty rats just don’t listen to a word that I say. I have endeavored to be polite and reason with them to proceed to somewhere other than my avocado trees, but they refused so I had to take desperate measures. Taking the life of one of God’s creatures always brings me to my knees and puts me in a deep depression for days on end, but it sometimes has to be done. The next time that one shows it’s disease transporting body I’ll try and talk it into going to a shooting range or maybe a hunting preserve where I can politically and correctly blow it’s hairy little ass off. But, until they start comprehending what I’m saying to them I guess I’ll have to remain in a deep state of depression and keep softly squeezing the trigger.
Jon,
someone got my mailbox too, and I have a friend in the shores that had hers wacked also. Sounds like some A-hole kids having [what they call] fun.
The Lack
Tom, the gun and load you used were correct for the situation, but the location was not. You were lucky.
Keep and bear arms all you want, discharge them at the range, or in a hunting preserve in season, or use them to (heaven forbid) protect the life of yourself or a loved one. But if I hear a shot, the cops are coming.
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Greg,
If I had well-mannered rats running around my yard they would listen to me and go obtrude upon someone else. But these dirty rats just don’t listen to a word that I say. I have endeavored to be polite and reason with them to proceed to somewhere other than my avocado trees, but they refused so I had to take desperate measures. Taking the life of one of God’s creatures always brings me to my knees and puts me in a deep depression for days on end, but it sometimes has to be done. The next time that one shows it’s disease transporting body I’ll try and talk it into going to a shooting range or maybe a hunting preserve where I can politically and correctly blow it’s hairy little ass off. But, until they start comprehending what I’m saying to them I guess I’ll have to remain in a deep state of depression and keep softly squeezing the trigger.
Jon,
someone got my mailbox too, and I have a friend in the shores that had hers wacked also. Sounds like some A-hole kids having [what they call] fun.
The Lack