teach kids how dangerous guns are. Shoot them and watch pieces fly everywhere.
Close. Lately I don't waste .22 ammo on them bastards.
Actually I kept the biggest 20 for someone who asked for some. The others were killed one by one with a hatchet.
Oh except this one I ran across with the back of his shell missing. Looked like, at an earlier time in it's life, a gator narowly missed him. It was ugly but healed over. Figured if he'd made it through all that it would be ashame not to give the fellar another chance. I released him.
This post was edited on 9/7 at 9:41 am