Sometimes us small town folks get a bad rap. It's not all rednecks and daisy dukes. We don't all have missing front teeth, swimming pools in our driveways or in the back of our pick-ups, water ski down the local canal whilst being pulled by a four-wheeler, say "crick" instead of "creek" (OK, so I may or may not do the last two) but if you ask my husband he will tell you that I'm a "city slicker"...and for good reason...if sleeping on a comfortable bed with a real toilet and shower nearby qualifies me as a so called "city slicker" then sign me up..because
sometimes all the time... modern conveniences are totally my bag and hands down beat a toilet that you have to carry around.
On that same note, we small town folks are NOT all hunters. Shocking I know..but yours truly was raised in a home with not a gun to be found...unless you count squirt guns. But for reals...we were water and lake people. Not camping in the dirt people. But... when you marry a man who was raised with an
obsession love for all things hunting then you pick up a few tricks along the way..like clay pigeon shooting, how to talk in the language a la camo, or how to measure the mass of an antler set (fine..I don't really know how to measure and score antlers but I've seen it done so many times I could probably fake my way through it)
So about a month ago, when my dad had a problem with a squirrel who thought he could help himself to all the garden veggies he wanted, naturally my dad called upon my husband and son to come take care of this menacing problem.
Weeks went by and that squirrel had things figured out. When to show up and when to hide. My son shot at him once and was sure he had got him..but a few days later he was back up to his strawberry stealing ways.
My brother (also not a hunter) went the trap route..spending $20 on a contraption he filled with berries and peanut butter...a sure fire way to capture the elusive rodent. Also a fail.
After a few weeks, my dad, fed up with the squirrel shenanigans, rounded up a bee bee gun back from the 1980's and took matters into his own hands. If you know anything about my family, then you'll understand why this pic on my Instagram account has a record of most "likes"
But alas he could not deliver.
Enter into the squirrel equation...me.I had Nate show Me how to load and use his pellet gun and off I went to my parent's house. He was a sly one Mr. squirrel and at one point I had him in my cross hairs but before I realized I hadn't cocked the gun he had disappeared. Rookie mistake but hello..my name could be Miss Rookie. I had just sat down when he appeared again. I slowly moved into position and started breathing kind of hard (I was totally going into hunting mode..it was pretty much instinctual ;) My sister got her phone out to video..because duh?! And this happened...
We screamed, grabbed a glove for rodent handling possibilities and went off to the other side of the fence in search of our kill.
And if I'm being honest..it was kind of a rush..so I get why there are so many avid hunters out there..but it really was sad. I apologized to the limp, dead squirrel..telling him I was sorry but that he shouldn't have been stealing all my dads vegetables (which bytheway..is the obvious reason why he is so huge).
and ps..if you are like an avid rodent/animal lover/activist please don't leave me any hate mail or comments. Thanks in advance.