It takes 43 muscle's to frown and 17 to smile, but only 3 for proper trigger pull.
What more do we need? If we are above ground and breathing the rest is up to us!
Rule 1: Treat every firearm as loaded
Rule 2: Always point firearms in a safe direction
Rule 3: Load a firearm only when ready to fire
Rule 4: Identify your target beyond all doubt
Rule 5: Check your firing zone
Rule 6: Store firearms and ammunition safely
Rule 7: Avoid alcohol and drugs when handling firearms
They can be pricks to catch. I remember resorting to the A5 as a kid to get a rooster that we couldn’t get hold of. Was beating the crap out of the bantam roosters, so he got sorted out.
Probably not ideal for the backyard...
Easy as Bro, get a rabbit...that'll fuck em
Then shoot the rabbit, easy as
Where do you get decent Scotch for $25? I'd be using a glass of that for the chooks and then going and buying some good Scotch.
Is that @Rushychen?
Use enough gun
[Or soak a heap of grain in whisky etc, then feed it out. They get drunk as skunks and are easy pickings.[/QUOTE]
That's an old poachers trick that they used to catch pheasants.
Townies ay
Are you sure they are chickens? As pointed out earlier, they roost at night so wont be active.
Absolutely sure they are chickens
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270 is a harmonic divisor number[1]
270 is the fourth number that is divisible by its average integer divisor[2]
270 is a practical number, by the second definition
The sum of the coprime counts for the first 29 integers is 270
270 is a sparsely totient number, the largest integer with 72 as its totient
Given 6 elements, there are 270 square permutations[3]
10! has 270 divisors
270 is the smallest positive integer that has divisors ending by digits 1, 2, …, 9.
Why are that chooks eyes bulging?
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Do what ya want! Ya will anyway.
WELL HOLY SHIT THIS IS THE WEIRDEST SHIT I'VE EVER SEEN
Heard a bunch of crashing and clucking from my uncles room, there's a fucking chicken on the bed.
I dunno why i thought this the best course of action but i didn't have much time to act so i threw my fucking boot at it, which stunned it and then i gave it another whack with the back of a wire brush. Pictured with the offending boot.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!?!?! Now i gotta clean blood and feathers off the carpet.
"A party without cake is just a meeting" - Juila Child
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