I disposed of 77 squirrels about ten years ago that were eating all the fruit in our many fruit trees. They would take one bite of a piece of fruit that was going to be perfectly tree ripened in a day or two and leave the partially eaten fruit on top of our fence posts as if to taunt me.
I bought a Hav-A-Hart trap and starting my campaign. Before using the trap, I first plugged one at 30 feet with a 0.177 RWS pellet gun. Unfortunately, the pellets enter and exit squirrel bodies and don’t expand at pellet gun velocities. So the critter scampers up a fence post, runs across 20 feet of fence...and then falls off and dies — on the OTHER SIDE of the fence. The woman over there cares for every wounded animal on the planet and I knew that, if she found that carcass on her property, I’d be in big trouble. So I made a gaff from a long pole and a bent nail to fish the carcass up while standing on my ladder. That was a lot of fun dressed in my work clothes at 6:15 am.
After that little bit of fun, I stopped using the pellet gun and switched to the trap with other disposal methods.
I finally got to eat my fruit!
Truly the fruits of your labor.
I disposed of 77 squirrels about ten years ago that were eating all the fruit in our many fruit trees. They would take one bite of a piece of fruit that was going to be perfectly tree ripened in a day or two and leave the partially eaten fruit on top of our fence posts as if to taunt me.
I bought a Hav-A-Hart trap and starting my campaign. Before using the trap, I first plugged one at 30 feet with a 0.177 RWS pellet gun. Unfortunately, the pellets enter and exit squirrel bodies and don’t expand at pellet gun velocities. So the critter scampers up a fence post, runs across 20 feet of fence...and then falls off and dies — on the OTHER SIDE of the fence. The woman over there cares for every wounded animal on the planet and I knew that, if she found that carcass on her property, I’d be in big trouble. So I made a gaff from a long pole and a bent nail to fish the carcass up while standing on my ladder. That was a lot of fun dressed in my work clothes at 6:15 am.
After that little bit of fun, I stopped using the pellet gun and switched to the trap with other disposal methods.
I finally got to eat my fruit!