Big Muddy rancher
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How be you tell us about killing that cougar with a "Switch" :wink: 
Hey Gcreek
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gcreekrch
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So Lloyd told you a story on me did he? Probably a lot better one than the original. :gag: :lol:
A good story should be worth something...... what have ya got to trade? :wink:
Besides that I've been thinking of patenting my Kitty Getter, might be too soon to spill the beans. :roll: :roll: :wink:
A good story should be worth something...... what have ya got to trade? :wink:
Besides that I've been thinking of patenting my Kitty Getter, might be too soon to spill the beans. :roll: :roll: :wink:
Big Muddy rancher
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Mrs.Greg said:Now you HAVE to share the story there Grizzly Adamsgcreekrch said:
:lol: :lol: :lol: For once I don't have to PM Mrs Greg to find out what's going on.
Put it this way, It wasn't curiosity that killed the cat. :wink:
burnt
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gcreekrch said:
We should have seen this coming. Paul Bunyan did what he did for the love of doing it.
It appears that his progeny have all of his abilities combined with an equally strong capitalistic spirit. How does that show up in the EPD'S?
gcreekrch
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burnt said:
Did anyone else hear a mouse squeak? :roll:
gcreekrch
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BMR and Mrs Greg, It wasn't that big of a deal but here goes.
Feb 6, 1996, I was working that winter operating a feller buncher for a local logging company. My wife and two boys had left that afternoon for a couple of days in Williams Lake which is a 4 hr drive from home.
I had been left with the responsibility of looking after Ace, our oldest boy's Border Collie who, when he was still with us, was known affectionately as "our youngest son".
Ace had spent the day sleeping on the front seat of the truck while I cut trees. We arrived home at 1:00 AM in the morning. I started the generator so I could make a bite to eat, let Ace out of the truck, and went in the house to put some wood in the heater.
A couple of minutes later I went out to call Ace and bring him in. I then heard him raising Holy Hell under the lean-to of our old cabin. Very shortly he started sounding more distressed than mad. I started the truck and drove to where the lights would shine on whatever was happening.
I could see yellow and black and white rolling around on the ground. Thinking that Ace had tackled a coyote I bailed out of the truck, grabbed the first 2 hander I could from the junk that was leaned against the cabin wall and ran to help the dog.
When I reached the fray, Ace was closest to me so I jumped over the two of them. THAT was when I realized that the "coyote" had a very long tail and the paw that tried to reach me when I went over was about 6'' across :shock: . When I landed I spun around and started swinging at the cat's head. I could see that Ace's muzzle was pointed into the cat's mouth and the third swing he let out quite a yelp, pulled free, and left me to pick up the chips. I really don't know how many times I hit the cougar in the head but I wasn't prepared to let it up.
After I was sure the cat was dead I started calling Ace to see how much damage had been done. NO DOG. :? It had snowed a skiff sometime before we got home and I could then see tracks heading out the driveway. I caught up to him about a mile and a half down the road, still running as hard as he could. AWAY. It took a minute or two to B S him into the truck again.
I got him home and doctored him up. He had 2 holes at the top of his skull 1 of them was right through, presumably from the third swing I took that may have drove it in. There was also a big hole in his throat that narrowly missed his jugular, and numerous scratches to his belly and ribs.
The next morning I called the F&W officer so I could get a permit for the skin. When he arrived we decided that the cat was likely a coming 2 year old that was too stupid to follow the deer back to their winter range. By it's size, it should have weighed around 110-120 lbs. On the scale it only weighed 55 lbs.
We had 2 other dogs tied to their doghouses. While we were all gone the cat had spent a lot of time under a little tree where he could watch them but I'm guessing due to his emaciated condition he didn't have the courage to try them on for supper. When Ace came along he forced the issue and lucky for him I was there to help out.
I gave the hide to a friend and a cousin of mine in N. Dak has the cracked skull on her mantlepiece.
Feb 6, 1996, I was working that winter operating a feller buncher for a local logging company. My wife and two boys had left that afternoon for a couple of days in Williams Lake which is a 4 hr drive from home.
I had been left with the responsibility of looking after Ace, our oldest boy's Border Collie who, when he was still with us, was known affectionately as "our youngest son".
Ace had spent the day sleeping on the front seat of the truck while I cut trees. We arrived home at 1:00 AM in the morning. I started the generator so I could make a bite to eat, let Ace out of the truck, and went in the house to put some wood in the heater.
A couple of minutes later I went out to call Ace and bring him in. I then heard him raising Holy Hell under the lean-to of our old cabin. Very shortly he started sounding more distressed than mad. I started the truck and drove to where the lights would shine on whatever was happening.
I could see yellow and black and white rolling around on the ground. Thinking that Ace had tackled a coyote I bailed out of the truck, grabbed the first 2 hander I could from the junk that was leaned against the cabin wall and ran to help the dog.
When I reached the fray, Ace was closest to me so I jumped over the two of them. THAT was when I realized that the "coyote" had a very long tail and the paw that tried to reach me when I went over was about 6'' across :shock: . When I landed I spun around and started swinging at the cat's head. I could see that Ace's muzzle was pointed into the cat's mouth and the third swing he let out quite a yelp, pulled free, and left me to pick up the chips. I really don't know how many times I hit the cougar in the head but I wasn't prepared to let it up.
After I was sure the cat was dead I started calling Ace to see how much damage had been done. NO DOG. :? It had snowed a skiff sometime before we got home and I could then see tracks heading out the driveway. I caught up to him about a mile and a half down the road, still running as hard as he could. AWAY. It took a minute or two to B S him into the truck again.
I got him home and doctored him up. He had 2 holes at the top of his skull 1 of them was right through, presumably from the third swing I took that may have drove it in. There was also a big hole in his throat that narrowly missed his jugular, and numerous scratches to his belly and ribs.
The next morning I called the F&W officer so I could get a permit for the skin. When he arrived we decided that the cat was likely a coming 2 year old that was too stupid to follow the deer back to their winter range. By it's size, it should have weighed around 110-120 lbs. On the scale it only weighed 55 lbs.
We had 2 other dogs tied to their doghouses. While we were all gone the cat had spent a lot of time under a little tree where he could watch them but I'm guessing due to his emaciated condition he didn't have the courage to try them on for supper. When Ace came along he forced the issue and lucky for him I was there to help out.
I gave the hide to a friend and a cousin of mine in N. Dak has the cracked skull on her mantlepiece.
burnt
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Man, you must have been running on pure adrenalin. That is an amazing story which few could match, I would think.
I would be most disappointed to think that you took my previous post seriously. Hopefully, my weak attempt at humor doesn't entitle me to a beating.
I would be most disappointed to think that you took my previous post seriously. Hopefully, my weak attempt at humor doesn't entitle me to a beating.
gcreekrch
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burnt said:
Apology accepted.
Like someone told me "use emoticons"
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What a story! Glad it turned out positive for you.
Big Muddy rancher
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Thanks for filling in the gaps. Both Lloyd and Robin told me bits and pieces.
Both Lloyd and Robin told me bits and pieces. gcreekrch
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I forgot to desribe The Kitty Getter. The only thing that I could break out of the ice was a draper-drive-roller off an old SP swather we once had. It was coated with rubber for friction purposes.
What I've always wondered; Now I did beat that cougar to death, but with that environmentally friendly rubber cushion....did I hurt him?
:lol:
By the way, it took a looooong time to type that with one finger.
What I've always wondered; Now I did beat that cougar to death, but with that environmentally friendly rubber cushion....did I hurt him?
:lol:
By the way, it took a looooong time to type that with one finger.
Big Muddy rancher
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gcreekrch said:I forgot to desribe The Kitty Getter. The only thing that I could break out of the ice was a draper-drive-roller off an old SP swather we once had. It was coated with rubber for friction purposes.
What I've always wondered; Now I did beat that cougar to death, but with that environmentally friendly rubber cushion....did I hurt him?
:lol:
By the way, it took a looooong time to type that with one finger.
And they call them SHORT stories. You better not try retyping Gone with the Wind. :wink: :lol:
gcreekrch
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I keep telling people when I learn to use another finger I'll be twice as fast.
Just took a picture of a cow 7 calf moose that we've been feeding in the stackyard all winter. It's in the photo gallery now
Just took a picture of a cow 7 calf moose that we've been feeding in the stackyard all winter. It's in the photo gallery now
Hereford76
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either you were so pumped up with adrenalin or you are a strong person - cause those draper rollers you talk about are fairly heavy to be weilding as a weapon
Big Muddy rancher
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gcreekrch said:
I don't think you got your fences high enough. :lol: :lol: :lol:
Does anybody know what that hitch is on in the picture before the moose? :???:
gcreekrch
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Big Muddy rancher said:
:lol: I'll have you know, Good Friend, that that pile of poles you see in the picture is solemn testimony that I was once a #3 heeler. I still have all my fingers although I did break my thumb in a sloppy coil once :dunce: Then at age 37 my headers both moved away and I grew up.
Did I ever mention the only animal I'm truly terrified of is a cougar,my hearts still pumping hard from that story,I think I was helping you hit him :lol:
Poor Ace,I can just picture that border collie running hell bent for election down that road.
Thx for sharing
Poor Ace,I can just picture that border collie running hell bent for election down that road.
Thx for sharing
gcreekrch
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Mrs.Greg said:Did I ever mention the only animal I'm truly terrified of is a cougar,my hearts still pumping hard from that story,I think I was helping you hit him :lol:
Poor Ace,I can just picture that border collie running hell bent for election down that road.
Thx for sharing
He was even timid of the BARN CAT for a time after that ordeal. :roll: We lost old Ace about 3 years ago at age 14.
