I am a totally, completely anti-gun person.
A few years ago I had 4 hens about 10 weeks old killed by a fox. Two were gone, one was dead, one was fatally wounded and died about a week later. A few night later, I hear a the chickens squawking - about 2 o'clock in the morning in the rain (of course) I grab my robe, run outside and there is a fox standing looking into one of the chicken coops. I screamed, I ran at him - he ran a bit away and just turned around and sat there and looked right at me. I went ballistic, I couldn't even find a freaking rock to throw at him, finally I just threw my flashlight at him.
Bottom line - as I was standing there in my impotent face off with this fox, I thought to myself - If I had a gun buddy you'd be dead.
The first time in my life I've ever wished I had a gun. This fox be-deviled us for a couple of years. She/he hasn't been around for a while now. Knock-wood. And no - I didn't get gun.
Janet - Healdsburg CA
Janet - Healdsburg CA
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