So it's the holidays and families are gathered together to celebrate...which usually guarantees some interesting events.
So, and I swear to God I am not making this up, here's mine.
Eating Christmas dinner today the phone rings. I'm with the family and it's the neighbor's number on the caller ID. Turns out to be a Sheriff's deputy from the local department asking us to bring some weapons and come next door to deal with a potentially rabid skunk.
So I grab a Ruger MK-II and my father grabs a bow. The deputy...and, again, I am not making this up...wants us to shoot the skunk with the bow my dad has in his truck. The skunk is currently curled up underneath the 1992 Ford Van owned by my neighbor. It's moving and breathing, but it's growling and it's not afraid of people. The deputy obviously doesn't want to grease the little bastard with his Glock 22, so he thinks a bow might be better. I mention the Ruger MK-II, but the deputy is (understandably) reluctant to use a firearm of any sort to off the little bastard. He asked the neighbor what he had laying around that they could use on the little bastard, and the neihghbor remembered that I kill things and eat them...so perhaps I had a way to dispatch the little beastie.
So I'm studying the situation to try and figure out the best way to end the little bastard when I see my father take a knee and draw the bow.
I barely have time to think "He's not gonna..."
KERTHUNK
He did. He shot the bow and hit the running board on the van.
Sight to arrow relationship wasn't factored in. There are arrow bits all over the place because it basically exploded.
"DUDE! Wait, let me find a better angle on this!" I proceed to try and find another angle to sh....
KERTHUNK
Hit the running board AGAIN...this time only grazing it, and the arrow went under the van.
"DUDE, I said WAIT so we could think this through!"
Knocks and fires a third arrow. "I hit it that time!"
...and he also hit the running board again.
I get down and look under the van and the skunk is not moving anymore, but the underside of the van looks like the aftermath of the Little Bighorn. There are bits of arrow all over the place and broadheads stuck in various bits of the van's undercarriage. Oh, and it's 33 degrees out and raining to beat the band.
Awesome.
The neighbor is actually quite cool about the whole thing. He thinks we had no choice. I, of course, know that we DID have a choice...that I could have fired one shot from the MK-II (the skunk was less than 4 yards away) into the little bastard's skull and ended the whole ****ing problem with no damage to any property...IF the deputy had let me do it. Now I understand why the deputy was apprehensive about use of a firearm, but I can literally shoot at a bullet hole and hit it at 7 yards. I also worked out an angle that provided an adequate backstop that would have contained the round in the extremely unlikely event I would have missed...from the prone position...on a stationary target...at 4 yards.
Hell, I could have duct-taped a knife to the handle of a shovel and fixed the problem with a lot less risk of damage. Right now there's still a broadhead missing (Two of the three arrows were snapped into a bunch of pieces) and I think it's stuck somewhere in the undercarriage of my neighbor's van. When the rain stops I get to crawl up under there and try to find the damn thing.
Oh, and when skunks die from an arrow shot whatever sphincter muscle they have that holds in their stink juice relaxes. The smell is so bad I can taste it. Yet another reason why a nice clean bullet to the cranium would have been preferable.
It was like something out of a Blue Collar comedy tour joke. On the plus side, I finally found a potential use for the Taurus Judge loaded with birdshot.


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