On Mother’s Day, I treated my mother to a good meal, some good conversation and an afternoon of picking blueberries* that ended with me being able to display my pistolcraft. You see, I felled one of her mortal enemies– a cottontail rabbit– from 20 yards with a single shot. Draw, aim, front sight, press… and the raider of the garden was dead.
Meanwhile, the Defenders of the People’s Republic of Kalifornia can’t put down a deer at 5 paces without emptying a mag:
Oh, and the animal control officers there “were not trained to use the specialized [tranquilizer] guns.” Man, good thing we train our public servants, right? Imagine if we let mere mortals have these tools! [/ Sarcasm off]
I feel sad for the deer– not a single critical hit, and it couldn’t even lay down and die in peace.
*Elliott’s and Scrub Blueberries, not the Rabbiteye type. Rabbiteye berries are the most tasteless rip-offs I’ve ever seen.
(H/T Uncle)
