I spent much of this afternoon sitting under overcast skies, shooting little darts from a blow gun at various targets in my backyard. Two weekends ago I spent much of the afternoon standing under overcast skies, shooting rounds from a shotgun at clay pigeons in Mt. Hood National Forest. (I live in Oregon, and though I’m not sure that firing shotguns in Mt. Hood National Forest is a legal activity, I operated under the assumption that it was.) Two observations: 1) Shotguns are louder and scarier. They also hurt your shoulder after a while. 2) Blow guns would probably be better for killing squirrels.
I emphasize the plural (squirrelSSSSS) in the second observation for one reason, and one reason only: 1) If you were trying to kill squirellSSSS with a shotgun and you missed with the first round, the squirrels would run away, and you’d have to try again another time. With a blow gun, you could pick them off, one at a time, and none would be the wiser.
Unless squirrels are smarter than I think they are.
(Hint: They aren’t).
First blog post complete! Over and out!