I’ve shot a couple of feral toms that were beating up my cats. But the worst was when I was laying for one with a 22 pellet rifle (I lived in a subdivision). It was just dark, I heard him coming making that tom cat cry, I had a flashlight taped on, and I popped that sucker right between his glowing eyes.
Then I found out, after going inside, that my old black (fixed) tomcat was nowhere to be found!!!! Man I crawled through brush and woods on the edge of my property for hours calling for him. He came home at dawn and I was so happy. Luckily I had missed. I hit him on the shoulder then the bullet ended up under the skin on his ribs on the other side. I had been hitting the bottom of coke cans all day at that range. He was a lucky animal.
My daughter never knew Daddy shot Spooky.
Then I found out, after going inside, that my old black (fixed) tomcat was nowhere to be found!!!! Man I crawled through brush and woods on the edge of my property for hours calling for him. He came home at dawn and I was so happy. Luckily I had missed. I hit him on the shoulder then the bullet ended up under the skin on his ribs on the other side. I had been hitting the bottom of coke cans all day at that range. He was a lucky animal.
My daughter never knew Daddy shot Spooky.
