Yup, I'm all full of bloodlust.
Finally got my Savage 12 build put together, tested it a few days ago and worked up a load for it....me likee. Puts 40 grainer .223's into a dime all day long.
But, you know how it is. When you've got an efficient instrument of DEATH, you must use it (or so the VPC tells me).
Conveniently, there was an enemy lurking in my back yard. A devil of destruction, a careless miscreant who had been taunting me and making my life miserable. This thing must die.
Today, I see the rascal heading for my shed, where it had been busy burrowing under the foundation and making holes, but I'm watering flowers and the hose is not a proper dealer of death. Earlier in the week, I tried unsuccessfully to hit it with a rock. It only missed by 12 feet, and the little furry satan laughed all the way back to its lair.
Later in the day, however, I was prepared.....or at least I didn't have anything better to do.
My wife calls to me while doing the dishes. "Honey, your little friend is in the yard again!".
I jumped into action. I got up out of the chair, still wearing my tactical gym shorts and old t-shirt. I sprinted to the gun room where my loaded rifle of doom awaited me. I slinked out the front door, so as not to alarm the pest, and came around the house to see the little booger dancing a jig in the back yard (actually, it was standing straight up.....giving me a clear target. So, I raise the gun, aim low (i'm too close), and just as the devil senses me and goes down to the ground to run, I squeeze...
Die, you furry bastard, DIE!!!!
Clean shot, right under the arm and out the chest cavity. Perfection!
I went back inside, feeling very proud of myself, and finished my Fruity Pebbles like a man. Then, I went outside and threw the critter away before my daughter came home and saw it because dead things make her cry.
I feel so alive. I should have cut its heart out and chewed on it, but I didn't wanna get blood on my t-shirt.