Larry Gude
Strung Out
...just a little worse than wet dog.
I'm trying to trap a ground hog who dug a hole under my porch so I can assassinate him. Last night, I got me a raccoon. Well, he was just pathetic, wet, cold, hungry, a mess, so, he looks at me with this 'help me, please?' look and those raccoon eyes, just sad, and I'm like, OK, OK, OK.
So I take him out to the back 40 and this cage is new to me. This is the first release. I was just gonna shoot a ground hog in it and dump the body so, this was NOT part of the plan, a live release.
So, I'm sitting there, good angel "You're doing a good thing, he's not destructive, leaves the cat alone" and bad angel "Kill him. You're gonna feel like a total ass if he bites you or chases you around..." and I'm in shorts and I'm trying to set the rifle so I can open the cage and grab the gun off the 4 wheeler in a hurry, am I gonna kick him, with tennis shoes if necessary...and good angel, bad angel...
The whole time, Ricky is like "Man, this sucks, I just wanna go home, please!?!" so, I'm fumbling with this thing, a false alarm where the gate slaps back down while I'm running away like a chicken #### and finally, it's just the way it is; I'm simply gonna have to be close to the opening in order to let him out.
So, I say this out loud "Don't you dare bite me, mother####er...you better appreciate this ####..." and I open the cage.
...
...
He just hauled ass into the bushes like Barack Obama after a car company.
Scared the hell out of me, but I feel like I did something good today.
I'm trying to trap a ground hog who dug a hole under my porch so I can assassinate him. Last night, I got me a raccoon. Well, he was just pathetic, wet, cold, hungry, a mess, so, he looks at me with this 'help me, please?' look and those raccoon eyes, just sad, and I'm like, OK, OK, OK.
So I take him out to the back 40 and this cage is new to me. This is the first release. I was just gonna shoot a ground hog in it and dump the body so, this was NOT part of the plan, a live release.
So, I'm sitting there, good angel "You're doing a good thing, he's not destructive, leaves the cat alone" and bad angel "Kill him. You're gonna feel like a total ass if he bites you or chases you around..." and I'm in shorts and I'm trying to set the rifle so I can open the cage and grab the gun off the 4 wheeler in a hurry, am I gonna kick him, with tennis shoes if necessary...and good angel, bad angel...
The whole time, Ricky is like "Man, this sucks, I just wanna go home, please!?!" so, I'm fumbling with this thing, a false alarm where the gate slaps back down while I'm running away like a chicken #### and finally, it's just the way it is; I'm simply gonna have to be close to the opening in order to let him out.
So, I say this out loud "Don't you dare bite me, mother####er...you better appreciate this ####..." and I open the cage.
...
...
He just hauled ass into the bushes like Barack Obama after a car company.
Scared the hell out of me, but I feel like I did something good today.