Dead Squirrel Walkin'!

Can you say fatwa? Mom issued an edict giving Lil Bro and myself a free hand to "take back" the bird feeder and the back porch. Since the pellet gun wouldn't hold a seal any more, we resorted to a live trap and Dad's scoped .22 Marlin. Lil Bro has eight notches on his cartridge belt now. Next time I'm home, I'm bringing the .20 cal Sheridan pellet rifle. If I can snipe little plastic army men with it, tree-rats don't stand a chance.
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1 Comments:
At 12:07 AM,
BobG said…
Time for squirrel stew.
The Word Verification is "uinapie"?
Sounds like some sort of metrosexual dessert...
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