Not hunting. But maybe funny.
We lived in a house that was once damaged by a woodpecker, I let the thing stay, nest, and raise its young. Before I could close it up, though, a squirrel took the hole over. Again, I let it stay, raise it's young, whatever. By the time I had it out and the hole fixed, another generation opened it back up, because it was the old ancestral home.
For 8 years, I fought squirrels on that house. I patched, I rebuilt, I trapped, I poisoned, I did everything I could to keep them out of my house, and probably killed more squirrels over that house than any hillbilly in the country. I caused temporary mass area extinctions at times, and when I sold it, they once more invaded that home.
To the story. My daughter knew a boy. he was the stupidest thing I've ever seen that didn't have buck teeth and a long tail. She finally stopped taking his calls. He would then leave 5 minute messages for her. I have some collected on tape, I'd post them, but it could get dangerous if people listened to them and started having seizures.
To finish the story. One day, I had gone out onto our patio. It was an enclosed structure, a screen house. Apparently, a squirrel had pried up a window and gotten in. My dog went through the roof, as I was leading her out to the yard when we discovered it. The thing ran around that room a couple hundred times with the dog in pursuit, and the chaos was incredible. It eventually got out, and ran up a tree.
It sat there, waiting for us to leave, so it could come back. By that time, I was pretty fed up. I went in, got my squirrel neutralizer, and went out to eliminate that thing. I did. At this point, my dog was dancing under the tree, as she always got to play with the remains, but it didn't fall! The thing lay there, face down, 30 feet up into the tree, and would not come down!
So, I went and rebuilt the room. I carried on with the rest of the day. The dog never left the base of that tree.
4 hours later, the phone rang. It was her "boy."
At the first sound of his voice over the outdoor speaker phone, that (un)dead squirrel fell off of his branch, crashed through all the lower branches of that tulip tree, and fell squarely into my Koi pond. My dog dove in, grabbed it, shook it, threw it, chased it, and basically had a 1 man rugby match with it.
This is gospel truth. there is something weird going on between squirrels and me. Just this sunday, I woke up, and found one in our house, on my piano. He had only one way in, to my best estimation, and that was going from our two story roof, down through the water heater chimney to our basement, and up the stairs through my kitchen into that room.
Every time I think I can give it a rest, they have to restart the war. I'm really not looking forward to killing the things all summer.
There it is. Not hunting, not really funny, IMO, but every time anyone hears about it, they laugh themselves into fits.
And to my surprise the deer drops easy as you please. In shock I walk over to the deer and saw ,to my surprise, two perfect shots in the heart no more then 4 inches apart. So after the woman walks over she asks if I would help her move the deer to her pickup so I help her out and never see her again
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