I have an Uncle that owns a very large farm. He's in a wheelchair so he dont get out to much. Getting up there in years and dont see real well anymore. So when something needs shot he calls me. He called me the other day and told me of an infestation of cats in his barn and asked me to take care of it. So in need of a little target practice anyway me and my son (12yo) went over there this morning.

Momma had a big liter, six about half grown. Aint growing no more though! After eliminating momma and the first five, number six was hiding from us. So we decided to wait him out. After about five minutes his couriosity got the best of him, he came back to see what happened to the rest. My son shot to quick and did'nt make a good shot on him. He ran off over the hill just a squawling. I was waiting to get another shot when my son tells me there was a dog running over the hill after him. I looked up to see a coyote chasing after the wounded cat.

I waited until the coyote had caught the cat and had a bite of dinner. Then I shot the coyote for not saying grace before dinner. I just hate bad manners!
I think from now on when I'm out in the country on cat patrol Im going to shot to wound and use these rascals for bait. It made for a very stimulating hunt.