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Just be glad it wasn't a whistle pig as they are poisoness. So far this year I've dispatched 6 ground hogs and 2 whistle pigs. In the past while cutting hay I've seen whistle pigs chase the tractor trying to get at me, so I started carrying a carbine for protection.
Just be glad it wasn't a whistle pig as they are poisoness. So far this year I've dispatched 6 ground hogs and 2 whistle pigs. In the past while cutting hay I've seen whistle pigs chase the tractor trying to get at me, so I started carrying a carbine for protection.
I mosied on out the back door for my noon break smoke, when I hear rustling from the bushes around the side of the building. So I walk on over there and peek around the corner, to discover a bird fluttering away.
As I do do a 180 to head back toward the door....... WHUMP.... a big @ss ground hog smacks right into the front of my legs, almost knee height. My cigarette goes flying as I grab for the gas meter to keep from going flying myself. The ground hog bounces back about 2 ft, then shakes it off and runs back under the dumpster.
Man it's turning into Safari park out back. Last months there were the kamikaze starlings, who had built a nest on the phone pole by the back door.
The month before was Garfield the stray cat, that came streaking in anytime the back door was opened. Since my boss hates cat and actually gunned for him with his van a few times he saw Garfield in the parking lot, I ended up taking him to the ASPCA.
I'm starting to think it's me. I must have some strange animal magnetism going on.
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