I had to go into the post office this morning. I decided the pass on a family heirloom, so it needed to go registered mail. 1512 is the killer road, nice pavement twisty & full of hills with a posted speed of 70. I see a truck pull over on th right side from a hill away. Slowing to 60 I see a guy with a live trap in one hand & a crat in the other, then he gives it a toss into a field.
I'll be go to hell if the crat doesn't think the field offers less concealment & happiness, an makes a break for the road. I crunched him good even make oldman evasive driving tactics. Not sure why it pissed me off. The crat would be food for the bobcats, hogs & song dogs. If it would have been a puppy I would have gone back & pistol whipped him. It looked as if he had a few more live traps in the truck bed, more then likely krittens
I'll be go to hell if the crat doesn't think the field offers less concealment & happiness, an makes a break for the road. I crunched him good even make oldman evasive driving tactics. Not sure why it pissed me off. The crat would be food for the bobcats, hogs & song dogs. If it would have been a puppy I would have gone back & pistol whipped him. It looked as if he had a few more live traps in the truck bed, more then likely krittens