---------A mostly true story about a mouse I killed tonight.---------
So My wife tells me she saw a mouse yesterday. I set a trap tonight in the living room to catch the little guy. Now, normally I use standard traps, but tonight I used the Rage Broadhead of mousetraps- the TomKat.
Fast forward through a few hours of dreaming about my trophy mouse- Laying in bed, a loud 'SNAP' interrupts my reading of creepy Joe Biden memes. I walk out of the bedroom to see an empty trap and a lifeless mouse laying in a pool of blood a few feet away. I walk to the kitchen to grab a bag to pick the mouse up with. Yes, I know I gut deer barehanded, but picking up a mouse is just crazy! After retrieving my plastic Kroger souvineer, I go back to the crime scene to find a pool of blood sans the rigored rodent. My deer hunting insticts kicked in as I dropped to my knees and began a grid search of the area for blood. I found a small drop a few feet east, no bubbles so I'm pretty sure it was a muscle hit. I then checked the TomKat. Shorter hairs and a few light colored ones confirmed it was probably a low neck/muscle hit.
I began following the blood trail along my freshly painted, snow white baseboards. The dotted red mousey blood spatter made for easy tracking. As I tracked behind a cedar chest, I found a large pool of blood, about 12 inches in diameter....yes....12 inches. Apparently Mighty Mickey had bedded down here. I suppose I bumped him by tracking too soon. At this point I messaged A friend for some encouragement and tracking advice.
Knowing he'd be headed for thick cover, I camo'd up and began stalking him. Across 2 more walls I followed blood. At this point I was starting to wonder if he recieved a blood transfusion...I mean, seriously, how much blood can a mouse have!? I've killed deer that had worse blood trails. Alas, I lose all fresh blood. So I did what any good tracker does- I doubled back on my trail to see if the mouse did the same. Sure enough, I drop back west and catch the slightest glimpse of a mouse tail. I ready my weapon of choice- a sturdy, wooden, Ace Hardware broomstick. I was going to go with the bb gun, but it isnt gun season yet. I had also considered the fiberglass pole, but cmon, thats just not sporting. Anyway, I check the wind direction- its good. I make my approach and see RamboRat applying QuickClot to his neck. Our eyes locked as he tightened a mouse size Shemaugh to his forehead. I slowly raised my staff. Mickey wiped a drop of blood of his cheek and snarled at me, popping his giant fangs...he was Pope and Young for sure. My quarry bolted back east, myself in chase...
Cornered, the bold little guy began planning his attack. I'm pretty sure he was watching The Last Samurai with me a couple days ago because he said something about cherry blossoms then charged in my direction. Overpowered, it ended quickly. In hindsight, I prolly shouldve gave him another year before using my tag on him. But the wife wouldnt have gone for that...besides "ya can't eat the horns". At least I didnt burn any preference points on this tag.
So basically after field dressing my game and hanging him to age, Ive spent the last hour sweeping, swiffering, and scrubbing floors and baseboards across my living room. I'd post a couple pics, but its more graphic than a Chicago street corner! I guess I'll take some hero shots in the morning when the lighting is better. Thankfully, My wife is still asleep and wont know about this until she wakes up in a few hours. By then, I'll have my TomKat prostaff app turned in and be fast asleep. The floor is clean.....she wont wake me right?
So My wife tells me she saw a mouse yesterday. I set a trap tonight in the living room to catch the little guy. Now, normally I use standard traps, but tonight I used the Rage Broadhead of mousetraps- the TomKat.
Fast forward through a few hours of dreaming about my trophy mouse- Laying in bed, a loud 'SNAP' interrupts my reading of creepy Joe Biden memes. I walk out of the bedroom to see an empty trap and a lifeless mouse laying in a pool of blood a few feet away. I walk to the kitchen to grab a bag to pick the mouse up with. Yes, I know I gut deer barehanded, but picking up a mouse is just crazy! After retrieving my plastic Kroger souvineer, I go back to the crime scene to find a pool of blood sans the rigored rodent. My deer hunting insticts kicked in as I dropped to my knees and began a grid search of the area for blood. I found a small drop a few feet east, no bubbles so I'm pretty sure it was a muscle hit. I then checked the TomKat. Shorter hairs and a few light colored ones confirmed it was probably a low neck/muscle hit.
I began following the blood trail along my freshly painted, snow white baseboards. The dotted red mousey blood spatter made for easy tracking. As I tracked behind a cedar chest, I found a large pool of blood, about 12 inches in diameter....yes....12 inches. Apparently Mighty Mickey had bedded down here. I suppose I bumped him by tracking too soon. At this point I messaged A friend for some encouragement and tracking advice.
Knowing he'd be headed for thick cover, I camo'd up and began stalking him. Across 2 more walls I followed blood. At this point I was starting to wonder if he recieved a blood transfusion...I mean, seriously, how much blood can a mouse have!? I've killed deer that had worse blood trails. Alas, I lose all fresh blood. So I did what any good tracker does- I doubled back on my trail to see if the mouse did the same. Sure enough, I drop back west and catch the slightest glimpse of a mouse tail. I ready my weapon of choice- a sturdy, wooden, Ace Hardware broomstick. I was going to go with the bb gun, but it isnt gun season yet. I had also considered the fiberglass pole, but cmon, thats just not sporting. Anyway, I check the wind direction- its good. I make my approach and see RamboRat applying QuickClot to his neck. Our eyes locked as he tightened a mouse size Shemaugh to his forehead. I slowly raised my staff. Mickey wiped a drop of blood of his cheek and snarled at me, popping his giant fangs...he was Pope and Young for sure. My quarry bolted back east, myself in chase...
Cornered, the bold little guy began planning his attack. I'm pretty sure he was watching The Last Samurai with me a couple days ago because he said something about cherry blossoms then charged in my direction. Overpowered, it ended quickly. In hindsight, I prolly shouldve gave him another year before using my tag on him. But the wife wouldnt have gone for that...besides "ya can't eat the horns". At least I didnt burn any preference points on this tag.
So basically after field dressing my game and hanging him to age, Ive spent the last hour sweeping, swiffering, and scrubbing floors and baseboards across my living room. I'd post a couple pics, but its more graphic than a Chicago street corner! I guess I'll take some hero shots in the morning when the lighting is better. Thankfully, My wife is still asleep and wont know about this until she wakes up in a few hours. By then, I'll have my TomKat prostaff app turned in and be fast asleep. The floor is clean.....she wont wake me right?
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