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« on: July 04, 2005, 07:16:14 PM »
Ahh! The feel of being the Mighty Huntress...

I was at my StepMother's house this weekend. She had caught one of "The Official Speedbumps of Texas" [an armadillo to the uninformed] in a trap. She told me she had told my brother, David, about it and he had told her he'd either come shoot it, or it would die on its own. Well,since she caught it on Friday and was still fretting about it on Saturday, I told her I'd shoot it.

I unlocked the rifle cabinet, and got out the .22 my Daddy had used for varmints. But when I unlocked the ammo drawer... I saw a bunch of stuff in there that was just a little too old for my comfort level.  I figured the .45 in my overnight bag was a little too much gun for the job. So I reached into the bottom of my purse and pulled out my Kel-tec P-11, loaded with Speer, and realized I had no hearing protectors. I found some cotton balls in the bathroom and stuffed them in my ears and went outside.

Not wanting to blow a holt in the wire that makes the grid, I poked the end of the pistol thru the grid and aimed between his beady little eyes. Either he flinched or I did, b/c the entrance wound was thruogh the top of his left shoulder and took out his aorta or heart b/c that blood was really spurting for about 5 seconds.

I feel like Arlo Guthrie in "Alice's Restaurant", I wanna kill, kill, kill something else. Any of you have an armadillo problem? Possums? Racoons, will exterminate for travel expenses.

I'm soo proud!
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« Reply #1 on: July 04, 2005, 07:53:27 PM »
Armadillo fries up real good, but you need to use a lot of force to un-hull it.  Cheesy

Of course, there's gonna be some Nimrod who complains about your 'canned hunt', but hey, they've never seen the claws on one of those things.  If you scale it up to the size of a griz, they'd be 2 feet long.  Never undersetimate the skils of a cornered 'dillo...they're vicious!:D  

So...when are you going hunting for hogs with us?  We'll let you use the boar spear.  It's got more reach than your Kel-Tec.


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« Reply #2 on: July 04, 2005, 08:34:44 PM »
Nah, not a canned hunt.  Armadillos are little wolverines in leather armor.  I call self defense on this one.

If you're in the Hill Co. area, call my grandad.  At 82, he's barely fast enough to dash across the garden to ice a squirrel with a mattock.  No foolin'.  I watched him kill one like that when he was 79.  I didn't know a man of 8 decades could move like that.  He couldn't care less about the other 29 acres, but don't you dare mess with his garden.  Those tomatoes might as well be gold as far as he's concerned.  Squirrels, rabbits, cats, dogs, you name it.  All have fallen to his mighty blows.  He's actually quite upset about the fact that his age is forcing him to use a firearm to dispatch would-be vegetable theives.

I pulled a similar stunt while trying to trap a feral cat of some kind.  He was eating grandad's goats.  We'd find a few pieces of chewed bone, and a little hair, but they dragged off or consumed the rest of the carcass.  So, I headed up into the pasture with a live trap and a handful of chicken liver.  Mine was a skunk.  A BIG skunk.  Two .22 rounds took care of him.  It must've been a lucky shot, because I've since shot smaller skunks with an AK and not killed them until the fifth round.  They're really tough animals.

You know all that back home kind of advice about using tomato juice to remove the stink?  HA!  My big dumb labrador went right up to the trap to play with the "kitty."  She loved to play with cats.  Except that this cat sprayed her with something foul smelling.  Two cans of tomato juice later, and the dog still smelled like a paper mill.  She stunk like that for a solid month.  Poor girl.

As for the feral cat...  Two weeks later we visited again, and grandad had a bobcat and two coyote skins stretched out on the barn.  One shot each of .30-06, between the ears, from 200 yards...  with his old '03 and iron sights.  He considered it an easy shot because the animals hadn't laid down suppressive fire.  He's freaky accurate like that.

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« Reply #3 on: July 04, 2005, 08:50:18 PM »
Yep - Self Defense I say.

Dang critters will knock a front end out of alignment - you were just defending someone's front end is all. *grin*

Hey I am the one that used a .480 Ruger to shoot rabid skunks caught in cages from some distance. Neighbor was trying to figure out how to get them out - I was playing and testing the gun. Made sense to me.

Holly - I have used my P-11 to take quite a few critters. Now here were are supposed to have a 4" min bbl length on handgun hunting.  I am Critter Controlling - there is a difference.  Wink

I have great results with mine. Maybe we need to start a P-11 Critter Control Club.  

"Officer Obie, we gotta get off this here Group W bench ...we wanna KILL Kritters....I mean we want to Kritter Kontrol with Kel-tec P-11s..."

"Kid...you ain't gonna rehabilitate are you?"

"Not sitting on this durn Group W bench I ain't Obie".

" Go shoot a 'dillo Kid".

I mean this movement could work!!

Cheesy

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« Reply #4 on: July 05, 2005, 04:09:12 AM »
Jeeez, maybe I'm just nuts.  One of those came up to me a the 15 yard line a few weeks ago, just sniffing around, ignoring me and not bothered by the gunfire.  I called a "cease fire" (in my mind - I was alone at the range) and let it wander off.  Came to within 5 ft of me; seemed pretty centered on sniffing the concrete, acted half blind, and probably as deaf as I am.  My .45 didn't seem appropriate, and it wasn't hurting me or anything else.

Until that point I was convinced that the people who told me there were no live armadillos in Texas were right.  They said that TXDOT had a contract with the Louisiana Highway Dept. to import dead armadillos to put on the roadside.

Anyway, if you want to kill something else, call my brother up in Austin.  He has varmints eating his tomatoes and, as many as he gets rid of, there are always more.

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« Reply #5 on: July 05, 2005, 07:17:32 AM »
Don't sweat old ammo.  The worst that can happen is it doesn't go 'boom'.  I've shot ammo as old as 1930's (surplus 8mm), and have shot .45acp that was loaded into 1911 mags back in the early 50's and left in a sock drawer.
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« Reply #6 on: July 05, 2005, 11:14:15 AM »
Rabbits here.

My subdivision borders a large cemetary/park.  Years ago ('50s/''60s) it was the place to dump your Easter rabbits when you grew tried of them in late summer.  We now have an enormous rabbit infestation.

I kill, er, I mean, I find several dead bodies from airborne heavy metal pathogens a week.

If you like moving targets, I have plenty of chipmunks for you to shoot.  My house sits on top of a knoll with flagstone retaining walls around it.  They run up and down them and digs into the sides of my yard.  I can't put out traps because of the neighbors kids.

Harder to hit but even body shots will take a chipmunk.

Went to Texas from 1995 to 2004 and did not see armadillo one!  Of course, when I go way out West I never see any pumas or bears or other make believe critters.  Maybe they fear me (as they should)?
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« Reply #7 on: July 05, 2005, 12:20:57 PM »
armadillo,

I have plenty here in central AR, always have.  The other night  I am on the Freeway, I notice two cars swerve doing 65 mph up ahead, I take my foot off the accelerator, I ease over to slow lane.  Yep - had a convoy crossing the freeway, I counted five , taking their sweet time getting to the edge.  This is a busy high traffic connection, median separating 3 lanes - 6 lanes total.

Same area I looked in the median one morning and had a 8 pt Buck just watching the morning commute. Radio road report said he finally sauntered across, till about the slow lane and bounded into the woods - whitetailing everyone as he did so.

About a mile up from this spot -  where the freeway has an exit for a main road in town, we had two bears , just playing on the overpass. They called the LEO " what did you call us for?"  So the G&F was called.  I waved to the da bears, the one bear waved back...other one was going after a Mickey's Sack a passenger had tossed to them...

Critters -  safer than the orange bbls and construction areas.... Smiley

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« Reply #8 on: July 05, 2005, 12:35:04 PM »
A new killing machine is born - no 'dillo is safe.  Well done.  I've violently killed them with a speeding auto, but I'm sure it was not nearly as exciting as the up close kill with a p-11.  I popped a few at a pretty good distance when I was a kid.  When I learned that 80% of their diet is bugs and less than 10% is vegetation, I lost my desire to shoot at them.  As for coons & possums, they're quite mean when cornered, so you probably ought to take out that .22 rifle and keep your distance.  Have fun.

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« Reply #9 on: July 05, 2005, 03:59:45 PM »
Got my last bambi with my Berreta Mod. 96 in .40.  (Federal HS)

About 20 paces, through and through.  Very good shot, if I say so myself.

sm, cook me up a good 6 paragraph story, if you please.Cheesy
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« Reply #10 on: July 05, 2005, 05:28:17 PM »
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Be patient my friend.  Phil was telling me about a 7 y/o girl that made her first kill.  She had already managed to clear the aisle in a drug store by asking for condoms. Wink

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« Reply #11 on: July 05, 2005, 07:46:44 PM »
I'll have to agree with the self-defense arguement here...

 And ya gotta be careful of them 'dillos Holly: anybody that's read LawDog can tell you what sleazy characters they are!

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« Reply #12 on: July 06, 2005, 06:42:42 PM »
On a cross-country trip once, I knew I had entered the West when the roadkill changed from possum to 'dillo.
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« Reply #13 on: July 06, 2005, 07:44:52 PM »
Lately most of the roadkill I've seen toward ETX has been racoon. It's mating season and they lose all sense of decorum they might have posessed.  I only saw two 'dillos DTR over the 4th weekend.

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« Reply #14 on: July 07, 2005, 08:03:35 AM »
I have only one knotch signifying a 'dillo.  My weapon was a 1981 Grand Prix Broughm.  DRT.
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