I came home from work this afternoon, got out of my truck and walked around the house to my front porch and was greeted by the racous cackling of the least welcome members of the local fauna, the dreaded black avian scum. Apparently they had not learned the object lesson that I had tendered to their brethern. There were approximately 20-25 of them cackling and making a general racket in the Elm and Spanish Olive tree in my back yard. I went inside and let my dog, Lola out and we occupied the yard for 10 minutes or so, the scum would not get the message. OK fine, time reinforce the lesson.
I went into the house pocketed several 8.4 gr Wolverines and grabbed the Lightning XL from the gun rack. the first villian selected was perched up in the uppermost branches of the Spanish Olive, about a 25 yd. shot, about 30 ft. up. I leaned against the railing, put him in the cross hairs, POP, he plummeted like a feathered rock into my back yard. Many of his companions were observant and apt students and left the vicinity. However, a number of his fellow scum felt this lesson did not apply to them as they were perched up 20-30 ft. in the branches of the Elm, again about a 25 yd. distance. Well, lesson two. Another of the villians found himself centered in the crosshairs, another pop and one more avian wretch fell to the earth in my yard.
It is now quiet and serene in my yard, just the sound of the wind and my wind chimes.
I know that Ed and Jeff appreciate graphics, and I have not given any in my previous accounts of my vermin depredation program. So, here ya go.............
