Rats be eatin' my corn! -- THE DEATH TOLL MOUNTS!

We did the flashlight chase with my friends golden retriever and now it chases every shadow it sees. It is pretty funny and annoying at the same time.
 
Body count is at 4 and holding.
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Maybe that's good -- maybe I got all the adults. Nobody is eating the bait, and at prime times in prime places, the traps are unsprung.

Now, to see if my corn makes it . . . .
 
I have this picture of BT crouched behind a tree in his yard wearing duck waders and mumbling about Charlie being everywhere.
 
As soon as Brisket mentioned Rat-a-Pult I thought potato gun too. I wonder if a live one could crawl up the tube and escape?
 
I actually gave it some thought and you would have to load a spud before you sent Rickey Rat into the barrel and then follow that with another spud "plug" to keep Rickey from escaping. You'd have to be careful not to crush Rickey before liftoff with the second spud plug. You wouldn't want to cheat the spud executioner or deprive Rickey of the opportunity to experience the thrill of soaring on the wings of a Yukon Gold.
 
But instead of launching the rat somewhat whole, you would be launching puree of rat which would just be a mess it seems to me.

I guess you could use a wadded up paper towel to keep him in. Heh.
 
No, I think you'd be OK. We launched a hardhead catfish out of the gun once and he swam away after splashdown. I don't recommend hardheads because you can't get them in past their spiny fins and you just don't develop enough muzzle velocity unless you get the projectile down to the bottom of the barrel.

On the other hand we snaked a breakfast burrito down after a spud was loaded and it was a frightful mess. I left the spud gun in my car and it took me quite some time to figure out why I had cockroaches scrambling around in my car when I opened the door, much like they scatter when you turn on the kitchen light. The first true roach motor inn.

Anyhow, back to the rat extermination techniques. We really wanted to figure out a way to put a rat into an Estes rocket with a payload and were even willing to sacrifice the rocket by sending it into a concrete wall at the playground, but the logistics of loading our astrorat escaped us. Our imagination dwarfed our ingenuity.

My father used to reload shotgun shells so I had a ready supply of gunpowder. Shotgun powder is ill-suited to bombmaking because it burns too slow, but it makes for a great little trail like Bugs Bunny used to utilize to **** with Yosemite Sam. We never really had any legendary rat/gunpowder episodes because my father didn't really care about the fact that we were into the gunpowder, but he was too cheap to let us have very much of it.

At least that was my impression.

As far as making bombs go, a razor blade and a handful of blackcats is a much better start. I once blew a stop sign off its pole, but I digress.
 
Seems to me that you could stuff mr rat into a ziplock and stuff him down the barrell and that would hinder him enough and act as kind of a sabot to ensure good muzzle velocity.

or maybe you could do what that Gere fellow did when he was gerbiling and that was wrap the gerbil in duck tape, grease it up, and stuff it in so as to get the maximim effect. seems you could do the duck tape and grease bit on mr rat the same way just substitute your spud gun for Mr Gere's anus and you're good to go.
 
we have mice/rats in our backyard here in Florida and they get after the dates on the queen palm that we have. They were also eating the dog food of our lab and he would just jay there and watch them haul off the kibble. He was hell on possums though.

I found out about the mice/rats when I got up on a ladder to cut some of the dead fronds off of the palm and I hit the date stalk with the pole saw ad got showered with mice/rats. None of 'em his me but they were slamming into and bouncing off of the ladder pretty good. I thought about getting a pellet gun and popping some but then I noticed a couple of big black racers and decided to let the snakes take care of the problem. That and the dog became an inside dog and there isn't any more dog food for the mice/rats to eat.
 
My "bombs" were made with firecracker guts that were fed into a .270 rifle casing. I pushed out the spent primer and replaced it with fuse. After filling with explosives, I capped it with a short golf tee crammed really tight.

The first one was duct taped to a concrete tee marker at Breckenridge golf course. We were supposed to be doing golf team practice, but we were more likely to use a Benjamin than a Hagen. Golf courses are lousy with squirrels.

Anyway, we lit it and hid behind a big tree. That blue orb just disintegrated and we knew we were onto something big so we packed up our motley selection of "clubs" (I had a habit of bending clubs around trees and ball washers) and headed back to the lab in my parents basement. The next bomb was placed inside a coke can in the driveway. After the blast, it sounded like jingle bells as little shards of aluminum rained out of the trees into the driveway.

This was ******* exhilirating and we had already created the godzilla with even more powder. There are two types of stop sign poles. Cylindrical silver ones and then there are angular ones with holes every inch or so all the way up. We had the latter and it made for a convenient place to insert the bomb. The ordinance was duct taped in the groove behind the octagonal sign and ceremoniously lit.

Laughing hilariously, we ran as fast as we could. Only I was laughing so hard that I tripped and fell. The octagonal sign sailed like a frisbee over where my seriously sick head would have been had I not been so clumsy.

The previous blast had caused some neighbors to call the police to report a water heater explosion and the cops whizzed by within seconds after we ghosted back into the "lab". They stole our stop sign, the bastages.

When my parents returned home, there were cops buzzing around the neighborhood and I was innocently doing homework while listening to "Ready for Love" by Bad Company. My parents knew I had to be involved and flat out said so, but couldn't prove a thing. I had gotten away with it.

Or, so I thought.

Turns out that the coke can bomb had sent a huge chunk of shrapnel through the screen outside the dining room and though the window and the "sheers" (whatever the **** that was) where it landed on the pecan dining room table my parents had received as a wedding present from one set of parents. Probably my mother's. It apparently smoldered for a while before it went out, but not before burning a 3/4 inch pit in the fancy dining room table.

Well, it was my mother's shreik on Christmas day about a week later that sent chills up my spine. I didn't know how busted I was for a few minutes, but I had that sick feeling in my stomach that it had to be the hangman coming for me. I think I may still be in trouble as we all get reminded of the stunt every time we have a meal on that table.
 
I got a very small possum this morning. I will let it go as they rarely do anything more than get trapped in the trash can.

I'll give it a good rinsing first. They don't like to take baths and hopefully that will discourage it from returning.
 
Possums don't bug me. I catch em and liberate em.

Rats must die.

Body count at 4 and holding. I think they're on to me. I'm gonna put a trap in a new location, and see if I can trip one up who hasn't heard all the latest gossip.
 
As expected, it didn't care for the rinsing. If I'm going to set Willy free, I'm not going to squish possum **** as my reward.

You have to either admire the fact that they bare their gums at you and threaten to gum you to death or laugh and say "What are you going to do? Bleed on me?"
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When your brother comes back, tell him he's got a contract job waiting in rat eradication. That AK with the scope looks just like what the Dr. ordered. Of course, if he wants to use a few KG of explosives, I won't object too much. He would have to replace our windows, though. It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make for sending rats to oblivion.

And tell him to keep his *** safe over there -- do more shooting at than being shot at, that sort of thing.
 
I fear more for the local Taliban than I do for him.
He went through Gulf War I , I didn't think he'd miss out on the fun this time.
Our mother calls and says,"Guess where your brother is?"
Me, without skipping a beat.."Afghanistan?"
 
You know if you just sprinkle a little lime juice and salt on the corn, it tastes about as good as butter. I learned that trick from a lovely little Brazillian girl.
 
If you guys are going to divert/hijack this thread away from rats, possum **** and explosives, I'm going to take my spud gun and go home!
 
Don't drown it grill it?

damn near all of them recipies say to soak the corn for 20 minutes to 4 HOURS?
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before grilling it? WTF???

What the hell are they grilling? Dry Field corn?

they must not have access to fresh sweet corn.

There ain't nothing better than sweet corn right out of the field. (Actually Field corn that ain't dry ain't bad either if you pick it and throw it on the grill within the hour, the psycho ex-wife's dad used to grow it in his backyard and we'd always pick a bunch and throw it on the pit when he bbq'ed. (BTW he didn't believe in BBQ sauce either. ))

You soak sweet corn and you'd soak all the sugar out of the kernels.

There is this yellow and white on the same cob corn that they have here in Florida and oh my god it's like eating candy. It dosen't need butter or salt or chilil powder or lime or anything.

We get it and throw it right on the pit or grill and let it go to town. If ive cooked a couple of briskets I throw the corn on the smoker and do it that way. If we're having something else, I fire up the gas grill and put it on that.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!


Got hooked on grilled (actually roasted) corn when we were going down to Harlingen to visit the kid at MMA. Where you turned the corner in Corpus to go to the Valley there was a super walmart and a gas station where we would stop to stretch our legs and gas up and take a leak and there was a guy in the parking lot with a corn roaster trailer and we would get it every time that we stopped and he was there. MMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!
 
1 -- a known fact -- roasted corn from a trailer kicks ***.

2 -- not known, but easily provable (Nick) -- roasted corn would make a kick-*** spud gun projectile.
 
If you've ever spent a hot summer day stuffing a link of PVC, you know that the cob would have to be pretty skinny to get it into the cannon. Even then, a snug seal is vitally important. An ear of corn would have all kinds of air channels around it. The best use for an ear of roasted corn is to eat it.

Dammit Jim, this is scientific!!!

Someone once suggested key limes and they will work, but only if you microwave them first and then lube them up. I'm not real interested in pushing the envelope to see what will eject and what will cause the PVC to make my wife a widow or, worse, a caregiver.

Much research has been done and other than the odd trout or burrito, there's really not much sense in using anything other than spuds. Maybe a squash or a peach, but if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Spuds are cheap and they work.
 
In high
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school, all there was to do in the little west texas town I grew up in was to have keg parties at the lake. We would steal or drag up loads of firewood, collect money all day Friday at school for kegs, send someone the 100 mile round trip to get the kegs and then lastly send someone in to the convenience store to buy a pack of gum and keep the clerk occupied while we stole a pickup full of ice and it was off to the lake we went.

At these huge bonfires someone once threw a lighter into the fire and of course it exploded to the cheers and delight of everyone. Well over time that naturally progressed to near empty aerosol cans then the small propane bottles. The firmly established and rigorously followed
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safety procedure was such that you would would walk around the bonfire with the explosive device in your hand held over your head and yell at the top of your lungs "BOMB!!!! BOMB!!!" whereas everyone would run and get behind the cars and pickups . This and when the cops busted the parties and you where hiding in the pasture made for an excellent opportunity to hookup with someone other than the girl you where supposed to be with ala Dazed and Confuzed but I digress.

The final senior graduation party I made a pipe bomb out of 1-1/2 pipe full of gunpowder capped at the ends and I stuck it at the bottom of a huge pile of glowing logs. It took forever to go off but it threw a spectacular mushroom cloud of coals at least 100 feet in the air and down on peoples cars. I heard the whizzing of the pipe sailing over my head into a pasture. One of my stupidest and proudest moments. I am just glad no one got hurt.

A buddy of mine and I "procured" 350 lbs of dynamite one time and had a little fun for a while but that is another story.
 
Those "pipe bombs" can be pretty nastee. A pledge brother of mine made one of some sort with the permission of his Houston high school for a halftime show. They had to cut off his big toe to make an opposable thumb and I think he had to have a corneal transplant. I still can't believe the school let him do it. It might have been Memorial, but I think it was one of the other big schools.
 
I made ace.

The death toll now stands at:

6 RATS

1 GRACKLE (colatteral damage, but I'll take it)

1 TOAD (wounded -- I found him right after the trap sprung on his leg and released him. I hope he makes it.)
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And we had corn at dinner last night. Along with the most amazing crabcakes made with the crab I brought back with me from a quick run to the coast. Good stuff.
 

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