tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526498499129692237.post5575943207621045442..comments2024-03-22T05:17:53.112-04:00Comments on Big Bad Bald Bastard: Creature DiscomfortBig Bad Bald Bastardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01983025559556548658noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526498499129692237.post-6665627219744060482018-05-10T22:30:58.488-04:002018-05-10T22:30:58.488-04:00"I do not shoot with my hand; she who shoots ...<i> "I do not shoot with my hand; she who shoots with her hand has forgotten the face of her father. I shoot with my mind." </i><br /><br />Took a while to figure out this was King. At first, I thought it was a quote from Dune.Big Bad Bald Bastardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01983025559556548658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526498499129692237.post-46333600827410750572018-05-10T00:45:12.668-04:002018-05-10T00:45:12.668-04:00If I recall correctly, the rabid ones act drunk.
...<i>If I recall correctly, the rabid ones act drunk.</i> <br />Yes. And they walk like they're pop & locking. The foaming doesn't happen until near the end. It's all quite horrible, actually.<br /><br /><i>especially the one of you shooting the raccoon with bad, bad eyesight</i> <br />I've found that my visual disabilities don't have any impact whatever on my aim. It's like a circus trick, with which I amaze all comers. I would like to say, "I do not shoot with my hand; she who shoots with her hand has forgotten the face of her father. I shoot with my mind." But probably it's just that I've been shooting guns since I was a tiny child and retain some kind of muscle memory that governs the act.<br /><br />Stay safe in your woodland perambulations. Early May is not a good time to encounter diseased animals of any kind, suffering from any variety of sickness — especially that near civilization. If you or anyone you know has mammalian pets, now would be a good time to be sure they're up-to-date on their shots. Emmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11771959740072605857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526498499129692237.post-17240707034211519802018-05-10T00:11:49.101-04:002018-05-10T00:11:49.101-04:00If I recall correctly, the rabid ones act drunk. ...If I recall correctly, the rabid ones act drunk. Those are a couple of great stories, especially the one of you shooting the raccoon with bad, bad eyesight.Big Bad Bald Bastardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01983025559556548658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526498499129692237.post-63287019361420560732018-05-09T23:08:35.998-04:002018-05-09T23:08:35.998-04:00That's not very typical behavior for a rabid r...That's not very typical behavior for a rabid raccoon! It probably was dying of something else. Requiescat in pace, Mr. Raccoon.<br /><br />My father was once attacked by a rabid raccoon at work (he worked as an above-ground supervisor at a local coal mine), and he had to kill it with a snow shovel. When his coworkers saw him walking across the lot holding the bloody shovel, they all scattered and hid because they thought he'd finally snapped and had commenced a killing spree. He had to have rabies shots and all, but was fine. He only had some minor scratching on his ankle where it had shredded his jeans and the top of his boot.<br /><br />I once had to shoot a rabid raccoon myself! I was home alone, and it jerkily walked right by the back door. I debated with myself over whether or not I would have to deal with it (I am a pussy), but in the end I decided to be an unsung superhero. I have horrifically bad eyesight, so I had to get much closer to it than is recommended. It didn't try to attack me, but it was whimpering and snarling and twitching and clearly suffering. I ran in the house crying afterward & when he got home my father and one of his friends burnt, limed, and disposed of the body. Bad memory.<br /><br />Those are the only two encounters with rabid raccoons I can give personal accounts of, but my dad shoots a rabid groundhog at least once a summer. THE JOYS OF RURAL LIFE.Emmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11771959740072605857noreply@blogger.com