We had a golden lad when I was a kid, called “Chief”. He hated them too. He would just grab them by the guts and start chewing till he came out the other sidethe old possum would be going to town on his face till he got to something vital. Bit bloody gruesome but effective! If we treeied one we would full it full of lead from the bsa air gun till it feel out from the weight of it, then introduce them to Cheif
In saying all that I’ve seen him run past possums to get to ducks. He seemed to know when too and when not to. Lucky I guess.
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