I found a like soul on a recient trip to Wash
State for a bear hunt. It seems my brother in law is a crat wacker of untold greatness. While showing me some of his guns he commited on his several .17 rifles as varmit killers. When pressed on the subject he fessed up as closet crat wacker. The hunt was on. The second night of my stay we drove over to a small vacation tralior park on the ocean. my brother in law had a package of hamburger meat that he refilled his bait sites with. As we settled down in the woods about 150 yrds from the trailor park with a nice libation we waited. In less than 15 minutes a orange tabby crat showed by the bait-- crack -- no head, I'm rolling on the ground as my brother in law grabed me to get out of there. It seems he has 7 bait sites on the coast and only hits them once a week. During my 5 day stay 4 crats in different locations. Outstanding.

PS I also got a nice black bear but crat hunting was a hoot!

Your brother is destined for greatness. Give him our warmest regards...and web address.

Dan

POTYHC

www.National.Sport

Tell your bother in law that there are many here who would enjoy tales of his exploits. I like the idea of
bait stations.

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WOO HOOOO! Pound for pound crat shoooting is more fun.