Well this started last Sunday, it's been really dry here and when I water the lawn, it attracts the Panzer Possums and they root it up like wild hogs and that's no b/s. You'd think you get one in the very place that's all rooted up and that's the end of it. Wrong, their are legions of them, for everyone that falls, another fills it's place.
Sunday 4-3, war is declared. Weapon of choice 10/22 Pocket Rifle, target location, the front yard. Distance 40 feet. Single shot.
Tuesday 4-4, around midnight. Back yard. Weapon, Glock 19, Win 127gr XST, distance 50 feet.
Friday 4-6, 2:39 AM. Back yard. Weapon, Glock 19, Win 127gr XST, distance 60 feet.
Saturday after midnight, south yard area. Weapon 77/22 Vidar, Burris scope, distance 120 feet. Rear hip shot that traversed thru the carcase towards the front. No exit .
This is an odd behavior, another dillo came along and either tried to rouse the dead one (from the previous photo) or who knows, seen the behavior before. The hole that the dillo dug around the dead one is deep enough to bury it in and the size that a german shepard or similar dog would dig to lay in. It's a big hole! That still living dillo left it's share of pineapple size holes around the yard afterwards, I'll be patrolling for it tonite.
The weeks carnage.
My boys getting it cleaned up. Fear not tree huggers and pity partiers, they don't go to waste.
Parting Shot