Day 62 + 1.

The coming days will decide how I rate this thread.

OK lots of drama around this up-armored possum.

I made visual contact a couple nights ago. Grabbed my weapon. Wife unit for some reason took my Walmart brand Cream of Mushroom soup and put it in the soup cabinet. I grabbed some beef and veggie or something.

I engaged the target. Missed, hit low. Soup can launcher is way the heck louder than I remember it being. Wife unit inside the house freaked out; apparently she didn't know I was outside defending our home. Our dog, Bullet the Corgi freaked out as well. She ran around and found a flashlight to figure out what was going on outside. Bullet ran around and pooped on the floor in all the excitement.

I can't find the soup can, only traces of it were some wrapper. Wife unit said I should switch to something quieter. I'll save the soup can for the skunk at my mom's later.

Grabbed suppressed .22 and filled in his infil/exfil hole. Heard him again.

Went back outside, angled for a safe shot, and engaged. Hit him twice. Blood on the ground.

Unfortunately, he made it back under the house. This is a problem. I don't want dead armadillo under my house.

I ditched the nods and crawled into the crawl space with .22 and a $.99 Harbor Freight flashlight like some kind of redneck version of a Vietnam tunnel rat.

I crawled around in the spider webs until I found his hole. I could hear him breathing in there. The hole looked deep. I stuck my arm and gun in there as far as it would go. Felt around for what felt like the most likely direction of tunnel, and emptied the rest of my mag. BTW a suppressed .22 2' under ground is super quiet. Like stapler quiet. Wife in the house above me didn't hear anything.

I don't think any of those shots hit him. After doing some reading, it sounds like their dang tunnels can be up to 20' horizontal and up to 4' deep.

Anyway, I knew he was at least wounded and wanted to try to seal off the tunnel in case he died in there. The last dillo I shot and dumped in the garbage can didn't go so well. I scooped up dirt with a board I found and filled the hole as far as I could reach, compacting the dirt along the way.

I crawled back out and filled in his access holes again.

Then today those access holes were dug out. Then I heard him coming out again. I grabbed my suppressed .22 again and found the red dot broken. I put that up and grabbed my wife's .300 BO and loaded it with subs. By the time I got out there, he was deep into the back yard. I manuvered again for a safe shot but couldn't get there. He escaped into the neighbor's yard.

This guy is tough, fast, and smart.

I'm sitting up listening for him with my wife's gun waiting.

Pics inbound.

IN!!!   SO F'ing IN!!!

Maybe you need to introduce Mister Varmint to some...  little Plastique friends!




BIGGER_HAMMER

Blood trail from .22 hits.

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Redneck tunnel rat

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Tonight’s loadout

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Is Bill Murray your spirit animal or something?

Arfcom call sign: Harbor Freight Tunnel Rat

If that is all the blood you found then you must have just hit it in the tail. Dillos bleed like crazy, its as if all that shell is just a container for blood.

And so it begins

And so it continues.  Night after night, hour after lonely hour, he stands guard, ever alert to defend against the savage beasts which prowl just beyond the dim light of his home.  It breaks my heart to think of him sacrificing himself to protect his family under such primitive conditions, sometimes with only improvised weapons.

Mustangduckk, a true American hero!  

and the weeks crawl by..........

I'm pretty sure OP is dead. The Raccoon ate him.

RIP, op....  

OP needs one of those Call of Duty heartbeat detector doodads, except sized for possum tickers.