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Quote History I actually got into a gun fight with the one I posted above. They normally are pretty chill, but I spend a lot of time in their territory, so I run into some assholes sometimes. I was out alone that day, middle of nowhere on a huge ranch I lease. That one started making strafing runs at my face, so in my infinite wisdom, I started shooting at it with my Taurus judge with #6 shot. BAD idea, as it is a lot harder to hit a 3" flying object than I expected. I probably looked like a crazy man from a distance, blasting away at an invisible enemy, emptying my firearm, then using it as a shitty club to swing at it, but you gotta do what you gotta do when you're about to be stung by one of satans minions. Turns out, catching them by swinging your hat, then throwing your hat on the ground and jumping up and down on it with both feet works better than trying to shoot them (they're tough as fuck, one stomp just pisses them off, you gotta really get after it).
I've swung and hit them with shovels, with an audible "ping", using a swing that John Mackinroe would be proud of too, only to have them stop mid air after they bleed off some air speed, and reverse direction to make another run at me. That particular one I felt like I was playing the most high stakes game of winged-death tetherball ever, because no matter how hard I hit that fucker, it shrugged it off and came back more pissed every time. Finally got a good smack that scrambled it's cpu, and it hit the ground so I clubbed it with the shovel a few times like an angry caveman, then used the tried and true double foot stomp method to finally end its reign of terror.
Man fuck those things!