Sunday, January 25, 2009

Loyd the Barbarian


  He holds a doctorate in biology and enjoys a fine Cabernet.  His kids are grown.  His wife went to Vassar.  He enjoys high performance cars and woodworking.  He's got a gun case full of precision rifles and a CCL.  He plays the cello for god's sake!
  But it took a single shot 177 rifle to release his inner hunter and gatherer, with a specialty in aquatic mammilians who cruise past his dock on the way to a burrow in the seawall.  I think he has sunk three with enough probables to fill the trunk of his Mustang GT convertable.
  I just have to caution him:  You won't be 12 forever!

Update:  Score four.  They are washing ashore on the beaches.  After fretting about the erosion and damage for decades it turns out the solution is really simple and satisfying.  Wait until they scull by, then just SHOOT the M-Fers in the head!

2 comments:

catfish said...

Ahhh, brings back the days of sniping nutria at a bud's place west of Houston - as usual, they were digging into the stock tank's walls.

Too much fun, and yeah, we put the hurtin' on them.

Anonymous said...

I am glad to see that he is using a flashlight attached to the stock so that no otters are accidentally injured. Add to that the side benefit of fewer misses and its a win-win.