The battle between fruit trees and wildlife…
This is an on going problem at our house. Fruit trees being fledgling avocado trees (that keep dying!!!! And we keep replacing – ever hopeful) and the wildlife being hares.
This morning, mostly dressed, I went out to get my shirt from the drying rack in the garage. As I moved across the carport, I noticed in the orchard a bloody great Hare chewing on the bark of one of the avocado trees. A thought blossomed….
I got my shirt and put it on (so there were no semi-naked people in the story) and went back to the house. I paused and watched the Hare have another chew at the avocado. I wondered if I could actually deal to this hare.
Once, many months ago, we were plagued by dive bombing magpies and Ian had decided to irradicate the vermin, one bullet at a time. He had the gun and there was one on our front lawn- anyway to cut a long story short, I commando-ed across the bedroom floor and shot it with one shot. I have not done any shooting since as I would let my brilliant record down.
Anywho, back to this morning. I went down to the gun safe, selected a weapon, found the magazine, loaded the gun, flipped the telescope and went back to the carport. The dumb Hare was still aggravating me by chewing on the avocado tree. I black ops toward it using the rug that the dog had thrown up on and I had hung on the fence as cover. I raised the rifle, found the Hare in my sights and gently, like a sniper (actually, now that I think about it, my hair is like the grass that snipers stick in their helmets for cover) pulled the trigger.
One shot folks. All that territorial training paid off (yes, 5 years)
Don't mess with me!
This is an on going problem at our house. Fruit trees being fledgling avocado trees (that keep dying!!!! And we keep replacing – ever hopeful) and the wildlife being hares.
This morning, mostly dressed, I went out to get my shirt from the drying rack in the garage. As I moved across the carport, I noticed in the orchard a bloody great Hare chewing on the bark of one of the avocado trees. A thought blossomed….
I got my shirt and put it on (so there were no semi-naked people in the story) and went back to the house. I paused and watched the Hare have another chew at the avocado. I wondered if I could actually deal to this hare.
Once, many months ago, we were plagued by dive bombing magpies and Ian had decided to irradicate the vermin, one bullet at a time. He had the gun and there was one on our front lawn- anyway to cut a long story short, I commando-ed across the bedroom floor and shot it with one shot. I have not done any shooting since as I would let my brilliant record down.
Anywho, back to this morning. I went down to the gun safe, selected a weapon, found the magazine, loaded the gun, flipped the telescope and went back to the carport. The dumb Hare was still aggravating me by chewing on the avocado tree. I black ops toward it using the rug that the dog had thrown up on and I had hung on the fence as cover. I raised the rifle, found the Hare in my sights and gently, like a sniper (actually, now that I think about it, my hair is like the grass that snipers stick in their helmets for cover) pulled the trigger.
One shot folks. All that territorial training paid off (yes, 5 years)
Don't mess with me!
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