I've been whining like a little biyatch all season about my suburban backyard backstraps sticking their tongues out, flippin the bird and moonin me... I've posted picks and blabbered at length about wanting to go at it with just one to fill this insatiable itch.
The other night opportunity came close but nothing came of it. I might have been able to pull something off but right now I don't need lawyers, fines, court dates and logic outweighed this nagging need to take out one of my antagonizers...
Ok Deep you need to go kill something to shake it off... Take the high road and do one the regular way... I made the trek to some public land to give it a go. A couple squirrels and a chipmonk was all that moved in hours of sitting...
The hour ride back home was un eventful til I got in front of the house... My green lawn is covered in grey being trimmed by a herd of would be bambi burgers!!!God is a cruel ******* sometimes. Putting me to the test... Sweat breaks out and I'm slinging prayers... "Lead me not into temptation and lord deliver me from being Deep at least until Im safely inside where I don't have to see em..." I didn't have to aim the camera as such. Point anywhere and mush the button... The whole place looked like this...
THe blood is boiling but I continue on pretending to ignore them. I turn in the drive and this one is standing there like a puppy greeting his master... I just curse him and continue up the drive and throw it in park...
I get out, shaking my head, groceries in hand... I see my new Barnett C-5 in the back... It's calling to me... I swear there was a little Deep on each shoulder... One with a halo, the other totin a pitchfork... The arguement rages... "Aw go on Deep poke one , you'll feel better..." "Deep, don't do it. You'll get in trouble..."
I ignore the urge grab my camera and close the van door...Only to look up... "I'll be dipped!!!" There in front of me is son of Zilla... Zilla was a legendary freakish monster of 300 plus with fourteen points that I couldn't venture to guess a score except to say it was world class. Zilla himself lived this side of town and was a pretty regular sighting. Lot of locals callem him the "horse" as his size at a distance could be mistaken for one. He vanished about three years ago and that same year I first saw this one...
Forgive the pic but no zoom and a fair distance away does that. Still you ought to be able to get a clue what I'm describing... He's not as world class as his old man nor as big but a conservative guess would dress him at 225... Even at that distance I could count ten points and possibly another couple skinny ones trying to bud out. I'm thinkin that Deep with the pitch fork is gonna win the arguement over the one with the halo if this happens again...
You sissy, get a bow and stoink the bigun. If you did that in my neighborhood you would be a hero! Slay the garden munching bastards and roast them over the open pit bbq that everyone is installing in their back yard. These animals are overrunning our neighbor hood. I for one am gonna sit on my back porch and take out a few choice ones this year and invite the neighbors to a nice back yard bam-b-q
Sissy? Hell, not doinkin them qualifies me as a full fledged squat pissin meow meow...
Its killing me not killin them... They're in season so that isn't issue, I'm licensed that aint issue... Jersey considers bows, crossbows, even bb guns and slingshots as firearms though. Man are they tough if you fire one less than 450 feet from a house and they really have no sense of humor for drivin around with one within reach.. I can't be doin court dates and probation up here when I'm supposed to leave in a couple weeks then head to the Bahamas for a few months...
They've been pushin my buttons all season and I have been able to fight the urge... That "one" though is chewin right through my very soul...
Time to buy the clunker and do a little driveway drive and kill with the car. Hell they will give you the deer and you will not have to waste the tag. Insurance rates will not go up since deer hits are basically write offs for the insurance companies anymore.
ok, here you go deep, a few apples in the bushes, make a snare with #9 wire, trust me he'll get caught, then you need to stab him with a spear, now i,ve never done this being a sporty guy but i bet it works,,,matter of fact i know it works....
The stab move is on the list of "do before I die'... The set up was close to right the other night. There was an 8pt and doe laid down. I did several walk by's getting them used to me and it was workin like a charm. As I said in my "Shiner" thread a car came down, spotlighted them and they spooked...
Still Son of Zilla is just special enough that I may just have to leave common sense, and my bowl of cream at the door...
The snare move is a possible but they're so out in the open and really don't have a concise path in or out on my property. Neigboring ones kind of the same thing. A block over though there are a number of tight trails they use...
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