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My grandfather has passed, so I’ll tell his story.

He was a farmer in IL and liked cardinals, the birds not the ball team. One day “his” cardinals were very upset about something up in the pine trees about 120’ from the house. To help calm his cardinals he took the 10 gauge out of the closet and fired a round up into the tree. He’d lived there his whole life and had never seen anything like the giant bird that fell dead from that tree, and so being a good farmer he nailed it to the side of the barn facing the road. He was pretty proud of it so had “mama” take a polaroid of him and it, he mailed that to us.

We got the picture, there he was holding his shotgun with a big grin standing next to a great horned owl that was 2’ tall and had a wingspan greater than 4’. Still have that polaroid around here somewhere. We called and explained what it was, he took it down and buried it. I think he regretted killing it.
I thought you were gonna say it was a bald eagle!
 
With a BB gun.


Shot my brother. The BB is still in there. I only regretted it then cause I thought my dad was gonna beat my ass, with the BB gun
 
Lol some of these animal stories are just kind of odd. I've never felt bad about shooting non domestic animals at all. I could careless about some wild dog or cat. I was talking to my buddy and his wife the other night he owns a real life farm. His wife bought a donkey a while back and it apparently bit one of the calves on the back and it had to be put down. So he shot the donkey. Then in college on his goat farm there were wild dogs that would kill goats. He said the best/luckiest shot he ever made in his life was about 150 yards at a dog that had been killing goats. He shot it with a 12 gauge slug. Wasn't pretty is all he said. People that grow up on real farms are just different when it comes to those things.
I wouldn't hesitate to kill an animal that was killing or destroying my animals or a family member or friend.
 
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I shot my dad’s Jeep top with a BB gun when I was 14. Did I regret it...hell yeah I-lived to regret it, got my azz whooped real good!
 
I was probably an accomplice before and after the fact, or maybe an un-indicted co-conspirator:

My best friend in high school and I took my dad's shotgun out one afternoon to shoot rabbits in some nearby fields. Since we only had one gun, we traded off taking shots. It was my friend's turn to shoot when a huge bird popped up from behind a bush and he instinctively shouldered the shotgun and SHOT IT! To add hilarity to an unfortunate situation, he turned and handed me the shotgun before racing off toward where the bird had fallen and was flopping around. When he reached the bird, he grabbed it by a wing and started to pick it up. After the bird objected to being held, my friend dropped it and started pelting it with dirt clods. By the time I arrived, the majestic bird had succumbed to my friend's onslaught. I won't say any more about the kind of bird because I am unsure about the statute of limitations for laws protecting certain endangered species. Suffice to say we both regretted going shooting that afternoon.
 
We used to shoot BB guns in the basement at targets attached to stacks of newspaper or magazines... I wanted to shoot (surprise!!) and couldn’t find a target backer, so I searched around for some “old magazines”. I proceeded to enjoy hitting the target for hours after finding a suitable target backer......

Dad got home from work and I immediately knew something was wrong.... turns out the magazine stack I used was his complete Hot Rodder collection from his youth that caught all my BBs. He reacted better than I would have, but we had a proper BB trap shortly thereafter....
 
Had a Daisy BB gun when I was about 10 or so. Thought it'd be a good idea to hang the target on the side of the house which was brick. Second ricochet caught me in the forehead about an inch above my left eye. Why didn't I stop after the first ricochet? It sounded cool. Never heard the second one.
 
some of the squirrels i removed from my back yard were not quick clean head pops
i feel bad about those. one was made of titanium or something, because i knocked him out of the tree, but he was still alive. so i tried to give him another pellet to end him without further suffering. he didn't die. he was over a fence and i couldn't do much else but give him a couple more and remind myself i tried pretty hard.
 
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I've shot many a destructive cat around my house. I hate that I have to do it, but I'm not going to have my birdfeeders ransacked, porch furniture shredded, yard filled with catsh*t, and any of the other myriad of issues that are created by overpopulated animals.
ug. i had a stray female kitty near my house that must have rolled around in her own mess because i could easily smell her 50 yards away if the wind was being a jerk. I kept finding cat poop in my flowers, and even worse in my veggie patches. And of course, she was always in heat, so at night i'd be serenaded with MROOOWWAAAAARRRRR and see all manner of toms come running through my yard. One night she was sitting 20 yards out looking right at me ... cci quiet, 22" barrel, gemtech suppressor.
No more cat yowling, no more stray toms, no more stink.
I DON'T feel bad about that one at all.
 
With a BB gun.


Shot my brother. The BB is still in there. I only regretted it then cause I thought my dad was gonna beat my ass, with the BB gun


My sister. She extorted me for months and In the end she narc'd anyway. Shoulda shot her again.
 
suppressor unnecessary with Quiet-22 out of a 22" barrel... jus' sayin'!

I bet it was Totally Silent, except for the click of the firing pin.
and the thud of the impact, yes. it is hollywood quiet and makes me giggle.
and you can tell me it's not necessary, but when you live in the close packed suburbs and it would be an ugly court fight to prove you were defending your veggies from an animal causing damage...
 
My old man popped a dairy cow in the eye with his slingshot when he was a kid. Cow didn't give milk for a week...family didn't eat much for the week either. Additionally, he didn't sit for a month.
 
ug. i had a stray female kitty near my house that must have rolled around in her own mess because i could easily smell her 50 yards away if the wind was being a jerk. I kept finding cat poop in my flowers, and even worse in my veggie patches. And of course, she was always in heat, so at night i'd be serenaded with MROOOWWAAAAARRRRR and see all manner of toms come running through my yard. One night she was sitting 20 yards out looking right at me ... cci quiet, 22" barrel, gemtech suppressor.
No more cat yowling, no more stray toms, no more stink.
I DON'T feel bad about that one at all.

feral kitties are bad kitties. I took one in and she's the best housecat a person could ask for (mainly because she's housetrained and goes outside and murders every rodent around) but.........yeah I don't even feel bad about that story.

Feral is feral.
 
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.......and one more.......back in the late 90's to early 2000's a lot of new cartridges were introduced. The big revolver wars....Smith 460 mag, ruger 480 etc. Buddy had a 460 magnum but the were all shooting 45LC from it and i didnt know it. Hey try it out, its not a big deal! They loaded it with 460 magnum for me (and i didnt know it) ........whoa! They all had a good laugh but i regretted that one.
 
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There was that hooker in Vegas. Crazy night. I do regret giving her some of the expensive Champaign.
 
So I popped a buzzard when I was a kid with my H&R 20ga. I had a buddy with me and I was super proud I hit that fool thing, so proud I ran and grabbed it and proceded to make a meat puppet out of it.
" Hey I'm buzzy the buzzard, I flew to close to ole deadeye and....baaaaarrrrrffffff"!!!!
Have you ever had a buzzard throw up into your open mouth? Well I have and let me tell you I regret that shot.
 
feral kitties are bad kitties. I took one in and she's the best housecat a person could ask for (mainly because she's housetrained and goes outside and murders every rodent around) but.........yeah I don't even feel bad about that story.

Feral is feral.
Felon now isn’t it? Signed by Trump.
 
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Shot my chronograph and felt like a GD fool.
Don't feel too bad. Toilet paper and chronographs are the two consumer products guaranteed to be screwed up in normal use.
 
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Neighbors garage door window... I was 12 and had issues, not good at decision making.
10+/- rds of .22
Never considered that there were cars parked in the garage.
My parents ended up buying a Chevy cavalier truck lid, back window and windshield.
Bright side, I did learn a lesson!
 
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