It's been a tough year here for those of us who don't like critters with buck teeth.
We lost a family of foxes that was denning under the barn when the mother was hit by a car. We got two of the three kits in a Hav-a-hart and delivered to the local rehabilitator.
In the absence of our favorite cute predators, a family of wood chucks moved into their den--two removed via Hav-a-hart quickly, but at least one was left and whacking my garden hard while avoiding my best baiting efforts.
To give an idea of how much damage it was doing in the garden, my wife, who came close to tears at the young one I trapped, came in one night and said, "It's out behind the barn--why don't you go shoot it." Done, with a single 22 round to the head.
Most recently, a porcupine has been chewing everything in sight. The only real damage was the seat frames on one of my old canoes. It got careless today, wandered across the front yard about noon, and then posed with a railroad-tie wall for a backstop that gave it no view of my coming out the back door. I almost felt guilty when I stepped out of his blind spot at a range of about 12 feet, but, with visions of damaged ash seat frames in my head, I let him have it with a #8 target load from the partridge gun.
I'm pretty sure the red squirrels have found their way back into the crawl space, too. I swear I heard scampering behind the closet wall last week. It may be time to break out some rat traps and spray foam to seal up the gap they've found.
Does declaring war on the local rodents make me one of those crotchety old men I used to laugh at?
We lost a family of foxes that was denning under the barn when the mother was hit by a car. We got two of the three kits in a Hav-a-hart and delivered to the local rehabilitator.
In the absence of our favorite cute predators, a family of wood chucks moved into their den--two removed via Hav-a-hart quickly, but at least one was left and whacking my garden hard while avoiding my best baiting efforts.
To give an idea of how much damage it was doing in the garden, my wife, who came close to tears at the young one I trapped, came in one night and said, "It's out behind the barn--why don't you go shoot it." Done, with a single 22 round to the head.
Most recently, a porcupine has been chewing everything in sight. The only real damage was the seat frames on one of my old canoes. It got careless today, wandered across the front yard about noon, and then posed with a railroad-tie wall for a backstop that gave it no view of my coming out the back door. I almost felt guilty when I stepped out of his blind spot at a range of about 12 feet, but, with visions of damaged ash seat frames in my head, I let him have it with a #8 target load from the partridge gun.
I'm pretty sure the red squirrels have found their way back into the crawl space, too. I swear I heard scampering behind the closet wall last week. It may be time to break out some rat traps and spray foam to seal up the gap they've found.
Does declaring war on the local rodents make me one of those crotchety old men I used to laugh at?