Although the prospects of getting overrun by marauders at our Barry County cabin are fairly low, the boys were ready yesterday for come what may. Cousin Darin (Iraq veteran of Damon, Damon & Damon fame) and Stinger (famed Texas attorney and daddy to "The Budder Man") had enough ammo to hold off a small battalion of bad guys, with enough left over to resupply at least one pretty good sized all-female swat team. At one point, the folks who were trout fishing Roaring River, probably thought they were in the middle of a Quentin Tarantino movie shoot and a remake of John Ford's 1942 classic, The Battle of Midway. In any event, it was a fun time had by all and Big D's new Mossberg bolt action .223 is reasonably sited in and ready for armadillo whacking. I'm not advocating random critter popping just for the heck of it, but the armadillo needs to be dealt with. Had they stayed in Texas, where they belong, I'd be the first to say, "Hey, they're not bothering anyone: why not just let them root around and carry on like all the other pachyderms...", or something close to that. But once they decided to migrate north to our Missouri "Rock and Squirrel Ranch", competing with the opossum for room and board, well that makes them open game in my view. And after-all, if Big D and Stinger don't look out for the opossum, who will!
On armadillo and opossum related issues....I'll keep you posted.
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