I found this weird (Cat lovers look away)
My grandma lives on a ranch where she keeps 3-7 wild cats (Domestic house cats that were released generations ago to keep mouse population down. She feeds them a bit so they don't die, but they are by NO means tame. If they get ANY hint of you, they're gone.)
So some years they'll breed too much and now that my grandpa passed away last year it's up to the great grandson to thin their ranks. So we had 18 cats living on ten acres (Surrounded by 400 more farm acres) she wanted somewhere around 5 cats.
So since I'd be shooting toward the old barn I chose the .22 over my .308 to minimize damage (Yes yes, I know neither are great choices but they're all I have, and though nothing lives near that barn, i still didn't want huge holes... and .22 is cheap lol) So I bought some federal hollow point .22 rounds and loaded them into my granpa's old scoped Henry lever action ($300 rifle $900 scope... but that's grandad for ya) I camped near the food all day and got 5 or 6 of them just fine. Then about 10am I saw a smaller young one sit down at the food bowl. So About 20 feet away was a small black cat facing the same direction as I am (Back to me perfectly aligned) So I aimed low figuring the scope was sighted in at 100 yards... The round entered it's right rear hip and exited through the left side at the base of the skull. It jumped straight up in a crooked backflip and landed on one side franticly trying to get away and HOWLING (and shooting a stream of blood all over EVERYTHING including my recently deceased granpa's Huge grill and Smoker... Not good.) I felt terrible so I chambered another round and went to fire and it was dragging itself into the hedges behind the hot tub. It was clear that it's rear hip was shattered as it drug itself away growling.
I felt sick for the rest of the day. about 6 hours later I look out the window and see it in the pasture with a mangled rear leg and dried blood all down both sides and it's PLAYING WITH A LEAF!
Now It's about 6 months later and that leg has since died and fallen off. The little guy doesn't grow hair on it's head or butt area either. But I Kid you not, it comes out every morning cheery and chipper and enjoys some cat food...
I just don't understand how a hollow point can pass through it's whole body and exit through it's neck and it lives happily... I don't have the heart to take another shot at it even though my grandma want's him gone.
I think he's earned it.
My grandma lives on a ranch where she keeps 3-7 wild cats (Domestic house cats that were released generations ago to keep mouse population down. She feeds them a bit so they don't die, but they are by NO means tame. If they get ANY hint of you, they're gone.)
So some years they'll breed too much and now that my grandpa passed away last year it's up to the great grandson to thin their ranks. So we had 18 cats living on ten acres (Surrounded by 400 more farm acres) she wanted somewhere around 5 cats.
So since I'd be shooting toward the old barn I chose the .22 over my .308 to minimize damage (Yes yes, I know neither are great choices but they're all I have, and though nothing lives near that barn, i still didn't want huge holes... and .22 is cheap lol) So I bought some federal hollow point .22 rounds and loaded them into my granpa's old scoped Henry lever action ($300 rifle $900 scope... but that's grandad for ya) I camped near the food all day and got 5 or 6 of them just fine. Then about 10am I saw a smaller young one sit down at the food bowl. So About 20 feet away was a small black cat facing the same direction as I am (Back to me perfectly aligned) So I aimed low figuring the scope was sighted in at 100 yards... The round entered it's right rear hip and exited through the left side at the base of the skull. It jumped straight up in a crooked backflip and landed on one side franticly trying to get away and HOWLING (and shooting a stream of blood all over EVERYTHING including my recently deceased granpa's Huge grill and Smoker... Not good.) I felt terrible so I chambered another round and went to fire and it was dragging itself into the hedges behind the hot tub. It was clear that it's rear hip was shattered as it drug itself away growling.
I felt sick for the rest of the day. about 6 hours later I look out the window and see it in the pasture with a mangled rear leg and dried blood all down both sides and it's PLAYING WITH A LEAF!
Now It's about 6 months later and that leg has since died and fallen off. The little guy doesn't grow hair on it's head or butt area either. But I Kid you not, it comes out every morning cheery and chipper and enjoys some cat food...
I just don't understand how a hollow point can pass through it's whole body and exit through it's neck and it lives happily... I don't have the heart to take another shot at it even though my grandma want's him gone.
I think he's earned it.
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