Saturday night I take out my two favorite gals my wife and daughter to look at Christmas lights.
Driving in our residential area with the snow falling and about 4 inches on the ground we see a muskrat running in the snow. I freak out the gals by driving right next to it. I am talking to a friend on the phone giving him play by play. I tell my daughter lets get him. So we jump out and I chase him up the hill. I get next to him and he start jumping at me trying to bite me. He takes a couple boots and I tell my girl and my buddy who is still on the phone with me I am kicking him. Well I time a foot squeeze just right and pin him down. Then I grab him by the tail. My buddy goes your talking to me and you just caught a muskrat one handed and is laughing hysterically.
We walk back down by our van and I am trying to talk my girl into hold it. She is just screaming and freaking out big time. I drop the thing and it starts jumping at me again as my daughter runs away. I grab it again and talk her into holding it. SHE does! Then it is getting all wiggly and she says I gotta drop it and I say throw it in the snow. She tossed it about 10 feet. The little bastage comes running at her, she is screaming and runs into the van. The rat runs under our van.
Now this gets un-believable.
I look under the van and no rat. I knew it had to jump up on to the spare tire. No tracks around the van and this is new snow and falling hard. We continue to drive for about 2 hours looking at lights and stopping at many places, then drive home. I go out yote hunting til 2 in the morning and nothing not one animal sighted
Next morning the gals get up to go to church. I grab the squeegee to push the water out of the garage. I notice muskrat crap where the van was parked. Then I notice up front all kinds of rubber chunks on the floor. Yep little bastage chewed up my stupid van hoses. Now is this rat in my garage or did it go to church and bail?
Wife gets home and I tell her about it. I send the dogs on a mousing mission, yep ol' Tess girl gets hot and is trying to get behind the fishouse. Rat found. My wife calls up my buddy, the one I talked to on the phone the night before while I caught it. She is giving him play by play. Well we catch the rat and I try to have my son hold it and he wants no part of it.
Then we go outside where my daughter and other dog are. The squirrel killing dog! yep put the rat down and let the dogs tear it apart.
Who really won? Me or the Rat?
John
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When cornered muskrats can be real mean. Once when ice fishing I caught one on a hook. Pulled the rat up thinking it was a walleye. Tried to unhook the critter and it bit clean through my leather mitt. In alarm I shook the rat off onto the snow only to have it attack my boot. Almost had the rat back down the ice hole when some old Ukrainian fella ran up and killed it with a shovel blow. I said "what did you do that for"? He took the dead muskrat home to eat as apparently they are quite tasty. True story Minnesota John
Ted
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First, I don't think I would have attempted talking any female into holding any large rodent, let alone a large one at night. Your powers of female persuation just hit the "legend" level!
What, no firearms to choose from?!
Too much talk of this snow thing!! Go south, man, go south.
Great story! You are the master outdoorsman but should watch the "Call of the Wildman" on cable to learn varmint handling tips from the "Turtle Man"!
In my mispent youth I whacked a few muskrats in western Indiana. My dad's 1903A4 upgraded with a Kollmorgan 4X "Korean war" vintage scope stuffed with Winchester-Western Super X 110 gr. softpoints worked wonders on those big rats as they would attempt to swim across the various flooded strip pits I would frequent as a young Hoosier.