Went to the barn this weekend for recon and scouting. I counted 14 fur balls. I'm now offering guided or semi-guided barn hunts available to the highest bidder. No license, No limit, no trophy fees, No incindiary devices allowed for the fall hunt. Qualified guide available upon request.

Can I bring my Dawg?.....

Whaddya expect wearing a shirt like that PT. Got the yard dog smiling at you. Yes one-holer it sounds like a good hunt. I have a few questions though. Is it by the day or by the cat? Got any real big uns? Are the small ones tofers? Any caliber limits, I was wanting to borrow a 416 and a 10 ga. auto. How about jacklighting at night? Can I bring a couple pack of hounds. You got somebody to skin them out and package the meat? N.S. Sherlock

The only rules are that you can't go home until we account for all 14. Extra days, extra ammo, is not included in the package. Dogs are allowed only if they are rabid. I provide free backhoe service for burial.

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The only rules are that you can't go home until we account for all 14.

Are RPG's legal? Napalm? Pear burners?

Are you insured?

Does the barn have to be salvagable after the offensive?

Sure CDH, only if you help me push the broken tractor into the barn, gone astray gun projects, coon dog that won't hunt and any unpaid bills and past due notices I can find before the hunt begins.

What about chainsaws?


HTRN

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Whaddya expect wearing a shirt like that PT.

Ha,gotcha there.
That turd in the car is my brudder-in-law.Ole' Tippy there would like to burn him alive.

Tippy's attitude comes from getting rolled down two flights of stairs inna cardboard box.In the box for comfort was a pair of said in laws, four day worn Boxer shorts.In the same pattern that's in the pic.After two days in that box, Tippy was primed just in time for the in-laws arrival at my place.It was awe inspiring.
Tip died a few days later.The Vet said it was a virus of sorts,entered thruthe eye membranes.Found on corpes and other gross things.(Boxers)It attacks the brain much like Rabies.Makes you want to kill the person responsible for your afflection.

Hence this marvelous picture.

Sherlock:
We seem to have a large number of orange colored cats again this year. The source of this intrusion has eluded me for the last two years. There is stumpy the peg leg. Got its leg cut off when I started the truck one morning. A couple of those midget cats (munchkins) several bob tails. Lots of tabby. And one albino (white).

Hunt almost canceled. Walking out to leave the barn and one of the cats had built a hidey hole and would swat you in the head as you went out the door. Got the .22 and let fly. Had the barrel in the Hidey hole a little to far and set the hay to smoldering. Got several bales and stacked them to make steps. Pissed in the hole and bought a little time. Ran to the Frige and grabbed a couple of beers and shook them up and extinguished the problem. Got the hay hook and ran the cat in and out of the hidey hole just like a bore mop to ensure all smoldering was gone.

Well if you had a CO2 fire extinguisher, you could have put out the fire and freeze dried the cat at the same time.


HTRN

Hey O-H. Dibbs on that tabby. I like to shoot them more than other kinds unless it is little ones, medium ones, or big black ones and other colors in the big size. Oh yes, save one of those munchkin type ones too. Always wanted to whack a munchkin. I sure am glad you got the fire out but what a waste of good beer. We will get those crats under control and there won't be any more beer extinguishers either. Holy cow! High tech just gave me another idea for an invention but I'm not telling till it is patented.