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Review: We called her Whistle-Pig

Doubleyellow

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Title: Review: We called her Whistle-Pig
Date: June 2007
Phone: Land line
City: East and North of Punxsutawney
State: PA
Location: A grassy knoll
Age Estimate: Looked 2ish, probably 3ish, who can twll
Physical Description: In the range of 23 inches, including her tail, agouti hair coat, buck teeth, dark eyes

Recommendation: Yes
 

Doubleyellow

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I don't know why, but this was left out.

So it goes like this. My dad loved his 1.75 liter, plastic jug, $11.99 bottles of single distilled vodka, and bulk animal crackers, which spoke to his affinity for animals, in particular whistle-pigs. He started in early this fine day, at sunrise, and went all day long with his unique diet. We bought it for him by the case of 4!

The hunt was always equal or better than the score, typical monger.

He kept a shotgun in the hall nd a 22-250 wih shells in the shitter for quick access.

It was not an unusual day for him to 'sprint' through the living room with a long gun in hand, to yell 'ground hog', then exit the house firing off shots. He would come in and say '28', or whatever the number it was for the year, and write down the score.

Typical monger.

On this particular day, 9:30ish, 3+ hours into the vodka and animal crackers, he announced that he had to 'take a dump'. Walking the hallway to the shitter at the end of the house, apparently (none of us witnessed the event, we heard it), he spotted his next muse, carousing out the bathroom window, some 30 yards out, sunning herself.

Grabbing the bathroom rifle, he backed up...we think...chambered the shell, and fired right theough a double pane window. 55 grains of copper encased led, low coefficient of drag, exiting the fluted barrel at some 3000 fps.

For those of you who know shooting angles, deflection will occur, but not when shooting straight through.

We heard the window shatter, the bathroom door closed, and after 5 minutes or so, business over, my dad walked out of the shitter and said...

'29', then topped off his glass of vodka, ate a cracker, sat down and went about his day. Not a word said about the bathroom window. A replacement arrived a few weeks later.

This was during his final days, not everything added up in his mind, especially when blotto. He often mistook the dog collar hand held remote shocker for the channel changer, and vice versa, and would yell at the dog for jumping up every time he tried to change the channel.

That whistle-pig never stood a chance. RIP.
 

porkchop1

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I don't know why, but this was left out.

So it goes like this. My dad loved his 1.75 liter, plastic jug, $11.99 bottles of single distilled vodka, and bulk animal crackers, which spoke to his affinity for animals, in particular whistle-pigs. He started in early this fine day, at sunrise, and went all day long with his unique diet. We bought it for him by the case of 4!

The hunt was always equal or better than the score, typical monger.

He kept a shotgun in the hall nd a 22-250 wih shells in the shitter for quick access.

It was not an unusual day for him to 'sprint' through the living room with a long gun in hand, to yell 'ground hog', then exit the house firing off shots. He would come in and say '28', or whatever the number it was for the year, and write down the score.

Typical monger.

On this particular day, 9:30ish, 3+ hours into the vodka and animal crackers, he announced that he had to 'take a dump'. Walking the hallway to the shitter at the end of the house, apparently (none of us witnessed the event, we heard it), he spotted his next muse, carousing out the bathroom window, some 30 yards out, sunning herself.

Grabbing the bathroom rifle, he backed up...we think...chambered the shell, and fired right theough a double pane window. 55 grains of copper encased led, low coefficient of drag, exiting the fluted barrel at some 3000 fps.

For those of you who know shooting angles, deflection will occur, but not when shooting straight through.

We heard the window shatter, the bathroom door closed, and after 5 minutes or so, business over, my dad walked out of the shitter and said...

'29', then topped off his glass of vodka, ate a cracker, sat down and went about his day. Not a word said about the bathroom window. A replacement arrived a few weeks later.

This was during his final days, not everything added up in his mind, especially when blotto. He often mistook the dog collar hand held remote shocker for the channel changer, and vice versa, and would yell at the dog for jumping up every time he tried to change the channel.

That whistle-pig never stood a chance. RIP.
great story made me smile this morning ! lol
 

retired051923

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Oops. Accidently rejected due to no Private Details but you told the story after. I'm a man of my word and that is a great story. Also, if you try to edit after clicking submit then the system will delete all the Private Details. Proofread and click submit one time and all will be good.
 

kgirler

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I don't know why, but this was left out.

So it goes like this. My dad loved his 1.75 liter, plastic jug, $11.99 bottles of single distilled vodka, and bulk animal crackers, which spoke to his affinity for animals, in particular whistle-pigs. He started in early this fine day, at sunrise, and went all day long with his unique diet. We bought it for him by the case of 4!

The hunt was always equal or better than the score, typical monger.

He kept a shotgun in the hall nd a 22-250 wih shells in the shitter for quick access.

It was not an unusual day for him to 'sprint' through the living room with a long gun in hand, to yell 'ground hog', then exit the house firing off shots. He would come in and say '28', or whatever the number it was for the year, and write down the score.

Typical monger.

On this particular day, 9:30ish, 3+ hours into the vodka and animal crackers, he announced that he had to 'take a dump'. Walking the hallway to the shitter at the end of the house, apparently (none of us witnessed the event, we heard it), he spotted his next muse, carousing out the bathroom window, some 30 yards out, sunning herself.

Grabbing the bathroom rifle, he backed up...we think...chambered the shell, and fired right theough a double pane window. 55 grains of copper encased led, low coefficient of drag, exiting the fluted barrel at some 3000 fps.

For those of you who know shooting angles, deflection will occur, but not when shooting straight through.

We heard the window shatter, the bathroom door closed, and after 5 minutes or so, business over, my dad walked out of the shitter and said...

'29', then topped off his glass of vodka, ate a cracker, sat down and went about his day. Not a word said about the bathroom window. A replacement arrived a few weeks later.

This was during his final days, not everything added up in his mind, especially when blotto. He often mistook the dog collar hand held remote shocker for the channel changer, and vice versa, and would yell at the dog for jumping up every time he tried to change the channel.

That whistle-pig never stood a chance. RIP.
Great story. Still smiling. Reminds me of my own dad, Lee, who was affectionately called the Colonel, not because of his service in WW2, but for his love of Colonel Lee bourbon. His game included the bourbon, a 20-gauge shotgun, and any squirrels dumb enough to come near.
 

Doubleyellow

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Oops. Accidently rejected due to no Private Details but you told the story after. I'm a man of my word and that is a great story. Also, if you try to edit after clicking submit then the system will delete all the Private Details. Proofread and click submit one time and all will be good.
Sorry, that must be where i messed up.
 

Doubleyellow

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I have never fired a gun without wearing both earplugs and headphones.
I cannot even imagine what firing that shotgun (in the house!) must sound like to the shooter.
God rest your father!
Glad he got #29!
Thanks for the kind words, Slim. My dad spent 5 years on the front line, lived through several amphibious landings, it was a brutal life during WWII, except for when he went AWOL in France. He never complained, but did fight his deamons privately. Most of this war experience we never knew until we wrote his obituary.

Which is why this song rings true to me, every day...joan armatrading, shapes and sizes

 
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