Everynight for the past few weeks somethings been tipping our garbage can over. Well tonight I couldnt sleep so I was just laying down listening to some music when I heard a thumping sound coming from out side. I look out the window and see a racoon walking across the driveway. So I get up and head to the kitchen to get my rifle (Wierd place for a rifle eh?) put a shell in the chamber and slowly walk out the front door. I get out there and dont see anything since its 4 am and dark, but I notice a suspicious lump sitting a few feet from my cousins car. I think to my self "what the hell" and shoot it.
Right after I squeeze the trigger the lump jumps up in the air and screams, then takes off running.
Im pretty certain I hit it but it was a big bastard and I dont think a .22 was the stopping power of choice. I'll go pick up my 300 mag for the next time it comes around.
Right after I squeeze the trigger the lump jumps up in the air and screams, then takes off running.
Im pretty certain I hit it but it was a big bastard and I dont think a .22 was the stopping power of choice. I'll go pick up my 300 mag for the next time it comes around.