The Official 2nd Gen RAM Forum OT thread
#2802
I hate it when people kill wolves, cougars, and coyotes. I have a neighbor like that, always bitching about bobcats and the like. When you're encroaching on THEIR turf, expect to lose some livestock or the family pet. I've seen a coyote out my way and even foxes on my property. I welcome them because that means the rodent population will be reduced.
I like Fox because they are somewhat rare around here, same goes for Bobcats, but we do have them.
#2803
Last edited by Gary-L; 12-01-2011 at 01:07 PM.
#2805
On which planet do foxes eat only one meal throughout their lives?
Ever seen the mayhem a pack of frenzied coyotes can do to a flock of sheep or a herd of cattle during their birthing seasons? Or what a raccoon or weasel (or the neighbors' dog) leaves behind when he exits the chicken coop?
I'll leave any critter alone if it wants to just hang around and not compete with me for food. Once it gets after my people, livestock, or crops, though, it's just minutes from buried in the cold damp earth. Yeah, I saw Fido run through here the other morning. Ain't seen him since, though.
Ever seen the mayhem a pack of frenzied coyotes can do to a flock of sheep or a herd of cattle during their birthing seasons? Or what a raccoon or weasel (or the neighbors' dog) leaves behind when he exits the chicken coop?
I'll leave any critter alone if it wants to just hang around and not compete with me for food. Once it gets after my people, livestock, or crops, though, it's just minutes from buried in the cold damp earth. Yeah, I saw Fido run through here the other morning. Ain't seen him since, though.
#2807
Some 20 years ago, I was staged at the top of a draw overlooking a field, where I hoped a few deer would come out to sun when the sun finally cared to rise.. it was bone cold.. like, ten under cold.. and so was I..
i had, at the urging of my buddy, put that 'doe in estrus' crap on a drag, and drug it through the woods behind me hours before dawn..
while sitting on the ground, slightly altering my position every few minutes as the twilight grew, and only so i could see the field better- i heard something coming up the same path I had used.. I just knew it was going to be the buck of a lifetime.. I had slightly double-backed, and figured said critter would make itself visible without me having to flex any muscles except raising the rifle and firing.. and then, said critter altered its course to come directly up behind me...
it made it to within ten feet by my ears calibration.. and stopped.. neither of us moved.. the tension become to great so i turned fairly fluidly around, swinging the rifle to bear in the same motion- and was looking at the rangiest dog I'd ever seen... or a pygmy wolf... or a pretty badass fox... or... a dang coyote? huh?
I was in the mountains of Tennessee, right where TN meets VA and NC.. nearest city was Mountain City.. and here I am staring at a coyote.. I had heard word, but sluffed it off as wild imaginations of drunk hunters.. but here he stood as plain as day..
I almost poked him in the nose with the crown of that rifle.. huh..
He backed up so fast it looked like his hind parts hydraulically moved into his shoulders, and repeated.. I dropped the rifle and grabbed for the Rugar 45/22 I was carrying- but he was long gone by the time I cleared leather.. If I had not been dressed like the stay puff marshmallow man, he would have bought the farm that day..
anyway, in the afternoon we ended the hunt by firing two quick rounds, and met up.. We walked the mile or so back to where we parked, and saw the owner of the ranch nearby- so we walked up to him to thank him, and tell him about what I'd seen..
He knew about them.. he said "those things are killing my calves".. He said he witnessed it first hand.. they would tag team by driving the calf into another group, and sprinting it some more- just to do it again.. When the calf couldn't run anymore, and lay on the ground gasping for air- lunch was served..
Coyotes have their place.. but it ain't in the dag-gone mountains of Tennessee... All of 'em there can be shot so far as I'm concerned.. I had my chance to thin the heard, but was surprised.. that won't happen again..
i had, at the urging of my buddy, put that 'doe in estrus' crap on a drag, and drug it through the woods behind me hours before dawn..
while sitting on the ground, slightly altering my position every few minutes as the twilight grew, and only so i could see the field better- i heard something coming up the same path I had used.. I just knew it was going to be the buck of a lifetime.. I had slightly double-backed, and figured said critter would make itself visible without me having to flex any muscles except raising the rifle and firing.. and then, said critter altered its course to come directly up behind me...
it made it to within ten feet by my ears calibration.. and stopped.. neither of us moved.. the tension become to great so i turned fairly fluidly around, swinging the rifle to bear in the same motion- and was looking at the rangiest dog I'd ever seen... or a pygmy wolf... or a pretty badass fox... or... a dang coyote? huh?
I was in the mountains of Tennessee, right where TN meets VA and NC.. nearest city was Mountain City.. and here I am staring at a coyote.. I had heard word, but sluffed it off as wild imaginations of drunk hunters.. but here he stood as plain as day..
I almost poked him in the nose with the crown of that rifle.. huh..
He backed up so fast it looked like his hind parts hydraulically moved into his shoulders, and repeated.. I dropped the rifle and grabbed for the Rugar 45/22 I was carrying- but he was long gone by the time I cleared leather.. If I had not been dressed like the stay puff marshmallow man, he would have bought the farm that day..
anyway, in the afternoon we ended the hunt by firing two quick rounds, and met up.. We walked the mile or so back to where we parked, and saw the owner of the ranch nearby- so we walked up to him to thank him, and tell him about what I'd seen..
He knew about them.. he said "those things are killing my calves".. He said he witnessed it first hand.. they would tag team by driving the calf into another group, and sprinting it some more- just to do it again.. When the calf couldn't run anymore, and lay on the ground gasping for air- lunch was served..
Coyotes have their place.. but it ain't in the dag-gone mountains of Tennessee... All of 'em there can be shot so far as I'm concerned.. I had my chance to thin the heard, but was surprised.. that won't happen again..
#2809
I hate it when people kill wolves, cougars, and coyotes. I have a neighbor like that, always bitching about bobcats and the like. When you're encroaching on THEIR turf, expect to lose some livestock or the family pet. I've seen a coyote out my way and even foxes on my property. I welcome them because that means the rodent population will be reduced.
Stupid bastard! (Not VW either)