So, it's 0430 this AM and the dog (shih-tzu) starts hassling and breathing heavy to wake me up 'cause she wants to go out and pee.
Up I come, take a little tinkle of my own and pull on some britches, slide my mocs on, grab a jacket, put on my headlamp, grab the .22 ... nope the .22's off somewhere I can't remember, so I get my nightstand pistol, the Mak, and off we go. By this time she's really ready to go.
Out in the front yard she decides she's got to smell every damn blade of grass and azalea bush and takes her time peeing. I'm waking up pretty good by now and something catches my eye just at the outside perimeter of the mercury vapor night light over the garage door. It's a possum. No big deal. A possum. This is Georgia. Georgia has lots of possums ... they're not exactly rare. Nasty, greasy little marsupials. Ever see a possum with its teeth bared? Whoo!
So, I'm eyeing the possum, knowing that the dog will go off on a cross-country after the damn ugly thing if she sees it. It's 0450 by now. I edge around so the possum can see me and the dog can't see the possum, knowing the possum will take off. It doesn't. The little bastid makes a beeline for me and the dog. It's about forty steps away doing the waddle right for us. WTF?! I grab the dog up and turn on the head lamp to make damn sure it sees us. It does. It keeps coming. Now the dog sees the possum.
Now I've got a squirming shih-tzu screaming her dang head off and a possum trotting my way at 0500 hrs and no contingency plan ... ! 'Friggin possum's about 12-14 feet away and finally slows down and fangs up! Jesus, what a sight! Out comes the Mak in a flash . I'm still holding the dog in my left arm, finally got the Mak in my right hand, sighting bullseye style at a possum that has its lips way back over its head ... nothing but teeth ... lots of 'em.
I realize, in a flash, that my truck is the back drop for this shot and start sidling for a clear shot and the possum starts coming again. I start backing up. The possum picks up a little speed and I have to turn sideways to keep distance and it's a little difficult to keep the light on the little bastid while I'm turned away. So now I'm moving away from the critter, holding a yodeling, berserk shih-tzu, trying to get a shot at an early morning possum over my shoulder with my deadly Bulgie Makarov, without shooting my house or my vehicle. And, yeah, I'm breathing fast! What's up with this possum?
I finally turn to follow the curve of the driveway and the back stop for the shot is heavy woods and I'm ready to do the deed. All aimed up and ready and the possum goes right by and about its business. Now I'm about ready to shoot the dog. I've managed to hold on to one leg and she's almost squirmed loose. I holster up, grab the little shih-t__ and head for the front door. We get inside and the wife wakes up 'cause the dog is having a coronary. She wants to know what's up and I say, "Nothing," make some coffee and start laughing ... KNOWING I'd tell on myself on TFL.
- sensop (Baaaad a$$ with a Mak)
[Edited by sensop on 11-26-2000 at 01:33 AM]
Up I come, take a little tinkle of my own and pull on some britches, slide my mocs on, grab a jacket, put on my headlamp, grab the .22 ... nope the .22's off somewhere I can't remember, so I get my nightstand pistol, the Mak, and off we go. By this time she's really ready to go.
Out in the front yard she decides she's got to smell every damn blade of grass and azalea bush and takes her time peeing. I'm waking up pretty good by now and something catches my eye just at the outside perimeter of the mercury vapor night light over the garage door. It's a possum. No big deal. A possum. This is Georgia. Georgia has lots of possums ... they're not exactly rare. Nasty, greasy little marsupials. Ever see a possum with its teeth bared? Whoo!
So, I'm eyeing the possum, knowing that the dog will go off on a cross-country after the damn ugly thing if she sees it. It's 0450 by now. I edge around so the possum can see me and the dog can't see the possum, knowing the possum will take off. It doesn't. The little bastid makes a beeline for me and the dog. It's about forty steps away doing the waddle right for us. WTF?! I grab the dog up and turn on the head lamp to make damn sure it sees us. It does. It keeps coming. Now the dog sees the possum.
Now I've got a squirming shih-tzu screaming her dang head off and a possum trotting my way at 0500 hrs and no contingency plan ... ! 'Friggin possum's about 12-14 feet away and finally slows down and fangs up! Jesus, what a sight! Out comes the Mak in a flash . I'm still holding the dog in my left arm, finally got the Mak in my right hand, sighting bullseye style at a possum that has its lips way back over its head ... nothing but teeth ... lots of 'em.
I realize, in a flash, that my truck is the back drop for this shot and start sidling for a clear shot and the possum starts coming again. I start backing up. The possum picks up a little speed and I have to turn sideways to keep distance and it's a little difficult to keep the light on the little bastid while I'm turned away. So now I'm moving away from the critter, holding a yodeling, berserk shih-tzu, trying to get a shot at an early morning possum over my shoulder with my deadly Bulgie Makarov, without shooting my house or my vehicle. And, yeah, I'm breathing fast! What's up with this possum?
I finally turn to follow the curve of the driveway and the back stop for the shot is heavy woods and I'm ready to do the deed. All aimed up and ready and the possum goes right by and about its business. Now I'm about ready to shoot the dog. I've managed to hold on to one leg and she's almost squirmed loose. I holster up, grab the little shih-t__ and head for the front door. We get inside and the wife wakes up 'cause the dog is having a coronary. She wants to know what's up and I say, "Nothing," make some coffee and start laughing ... KNOWING I'd tell on myself on TFL.
- sensop (Baaaad a$$ with a Mak)
[Edited by sensop on 11-26-2000 at 01:33 AM]