tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940571942731191518.post8902053661345645780..comments2023-07-16T01:01:01.084-07:00Comments on A Rural Rube: Thank God we're bigger than themUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940571942731191518.post-83850108853023489322008-03-29T05:22:00.000-07:002008-03-29T05:22:00.000-07:00Sorry..........I guess I should have asked rather ...Sorry..........I guess I should have asked rather than assume, huh (or is it, eh?) <BR/><BR/>This is better. Boys do things like that. <BR/><BR/>AutumnAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940571942731191518.post-32120418297151255232008-03-29T00:47:00.000-07:002008-03-29T00:47:00.000-07:00I just want to clarify that B.Rube and his dad did...I just want to clarify that B.Rube and his dad didn't continue to play with the mink after it was dead. They continued to play with their pellet guns and slingshots, but the mink was not involved. <BR/><BR/>I agree that a bullet would be the most humane thing to do in this situation.the rural rubehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10795066693982651492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940571942731191518.post-1043551999059080102008-03-28T18:11:00.000-07:002008-03-28T18:11:00.000-07:00All right, fine........next time you all need a gu...All right, fine........next time you all need a gun, I'll grab my passport and head across the border. <BR/><BR/>Which is worse...stabbing something repeatedly until it dies or one bullet? <BR/><BR/>I'm such a bleeding heart. :)<BR/><BR/>AutumnAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940571942731191518.post-68969899179008079002008-03-28T17:32:00.000-07:002008-03-28T17:32:00.000-07:00Funny- made me laugh outloud.Guns....the debate..I...Funny- made me laugh outloud.<BR/>Guns....the debate..<BR/>Is is guns that are dangerous...or the people behind them.<BR/>Started out with a rule I was passionate about.."no guns in the house..toys or not". But boys will be boys and next thing I know..toast is being bitten and shaped into a hand gun..papertowel rolls and tape used to construct machine guns..and when all else fails..the thumb and pointer finger will do. A hard fought battle I have yet to win.Magnoliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15791311582671847750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940571942731191518.post-73418840363864288102008-03-28T05:13:00.000-07:002008-03-28T05:13:00.000-07:00I'm just laughing J.Rube.I can picture B.Rube in h...I'm just laughing J.Rube.<BR/>I can picture B.Rube in his boots and his overalls - "Farmer Rube" chasing the mink. <BR/>I do agree with B.Rube --- no guns girlfriend. Scare the hell out of me. <BR/>Did you make a nice bed out of the mink fur for the chickens?AppleTree 43https://www.blogger.com/profile/14397250664336043355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940571942731191518.post-37876047682494067272008-03-27T21:20:00.000-07:002008-03-27T21:20:00.000-07:00Oh, you don't know the half of it!The mink was act...Oh, you don't know the half of it!<BR/><BR/>The mink was actually still under the hen house, picking away at the bird he'd got. They poked around under there and managed to shoot it with the pellet gun, at which point it took off. And they went a runnin'. (that's when the pitchfork image comes in...). Except they were running, because they had to chase the thing!!<BR/>The whole thing only took them about 35 minutes. Not long enough to satisfy their primal urges, though. They continued to play with their pellet guns and slingshots for another hour afterwards to get it out of their system.<BR/>As I watched from the kitchen window, I had the same thought as you did. It was nice to see them out there together doing that. It doesn't happen very often.the rural rubehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10795066693982651492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940571942731191518.post-28612321387774349192008-03-27T21:01:00.000-07:002008-03-27T21:01:00.000-07:00I'll bet mink hunting was a bonding experience for...I'll bet mink hunting was a bonding experience for B. Rube and his dad. Lol. I can just picture them traipsing through fields, brandishing their pitchforks and looking for the smelly demon. <BR/><BR/>-The ReneeReneehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499654224747325024noreply@blogger.com