Post by scrub-buster on Nov 26, 2014 23:41:44 GMT -5
Yesterday I was getting ready to leave my small bow shop in the garage and head inside for the evening when I heard a scratching sound from the corner. I went to investigate and saw a small mouse. I grabbed the nearest weapon, a fishing arrow and went after it. The rodent proved to fast for the arrow and took cover under a cabinet. I have had a baited trap set under my workbench since last winter. I looked at it and saw it was picked clean. I had checked it a few days prior and it was still set and baited so I knew he hadn't been in there to long. I reset the trap with a chunk of peanut butter cookie super glued to the trigger. Late last night I checked it and I had caught him. I reset the trap just to make sure he was the only one. This morning as I was leaving for work I checked it and found I had caught another one. Surely that was the last one. Tonight I came home and went to get rid of the pest and reset the trap. As I walk in the door I saw another mouse sitting on my work bench staring at me with an evil glint in his beady little eyes. For a moment we were both frozen, waiting on the other to make the first move. I quickly grabbed a cane arrow shaft and started swinging. He made a desperate dive off the bench and went running behind it. I baited the trap and reset it again. But that' wasn't good enough. I grabbed my official Red Ryder carbine action 200-range-shot model air rifle and carefully loaded it with ammo. I gave him time to settle down before I resumed the hunt.
After an hour I figured enough time had passed to allow him to break cover and find the trap so I headed back out to the shop. I eased the door open and saw the cookie was gone and the trap was still set. He stole the bait before the wood glue could set up and hold it tight to the trigger. I went back inside and got the superglue to try it again. After I reset the trap I decided to try and wait him out. The Red Ryder was cocked and ready for action. After a few minutes I heard a slight noise from the stave pile under the work bench. I crouched down and watched closely. Movement caught my eye from the right side of the pile. There he was, carefully emerging and perched on top of a 20 year old osage stave. I took careful aim and dropped the hammer. As the Red Ryder roared the mouse buckled at the impact and tumbled to the ground. A perfectly placed neck shot brought him to a quick and humane end.
After an hour I figured enough time had passed to allow him to break cover and find the trap so I headed back out to the shop. I eased the door open and saw the cookie was gone and the trap was still set. He stole the bait before the wood glue could set up and hold it tight to the trigger. I went back inside and got the superglue to try it again. After I reset the trap I decided to try and wait him out. The Red Ryder was cocked and ready for action. After a few minutes I heard a slight noise from the stave pile under the work bench. I crouched down and watched closely. Movement caught my eye from the right side of the pile. There he was, carefully emerging and perched on top of a 20 year old osage stave. I took careful aim and dropped the hammer. As the Red Ryder roared the mouse buckled at the impact and tumbled to the ground. A perfectly placed neck shot brought him to a quick and humane end.
