Allright. After giving Haz a ration of crap about his possum fiasco, I feel that in the interest of honesty, and good fellowship, I must tell a tale on myself. Today, my local butcher had a deal on cowboy cut ribeyes. 1" thick, $7 a pound. I bought one and grilled it and drank a bottle of nice claret. A few minutes ago, I noticed my pointer acting screwier than usual. She had cornered a large Buffo toad (another illegal alien here in Fl. and poisonious to dogs). By the time I got the dog inside, the toad was back in the thorn bush, so I got my trusty RWS .22 air rifle out. The trouble is, the house is 78 and outside is 82 with about 100% humidity. The scope fogged. After 4 shots (shooting blind, and blind drunk I might add, and did I mention it was dark?), I finally felled the beast. I did not utter the words "crikey, he's big one" but I was sorely tempted. Like Haz, I maintain that every shot hit perfectly, and that it was just the sheer size of the beast (softball at least) that let him withstand the damage. Like Haz, no autopsy was performed. Thats my story and I'm sticking to it.
FQ13 who wil be quiet now
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