…..to the right people. And with the right encouragement. The bigger the bull, the bigger the sweet tooth. Like other bovines, Ol’ Tabasco would likely follow you to the ends of the earth if you’re offering him a jelly doughnut.
Not that it’s yer fault, but why do you have a pistol in your hand? Can’t climb that way, and now you’re safe. 😉
I wouldn’t use a rimfire (22LR) on a hog, unless it was the only choice, raccoon, job done!
I did try to run off a coon with a Red Ryder, I don’t think it even irritated him. LOL
A .22 is often used to finish gators off, and other large critters. Would I want to use one on a charging bull ? Nope, but you play the game with the hand you got. .22’s work best if you have a partner, kneecap ’em and run, you don’t necessarily have to outrun the bull.
Funny thing about the Oerlikon. When I was still working, I had one of the other Officers bring me a 20mm from an Oerlikon that was in pretty rough shape. The head was kind of mangled but mostly intact and any markings had worn off long ago. I was pretty sure the propellant was long gone since it had definitely been immersed for quite some time, but you never know, so rather than drag a team 3 or 4 hours to get to us for it, I used a time honoured EOD technique that shouldn’t be tried by amateurs…remote drop into a small pit with a very hot fire for a very long time. We used armoured furnaces for that, I had to improvise 🙂 No smoke or any other indications, the primer didn’t even pop, suggesting it was long dead and any HE in the head had either washed out or it was a ball round to begin with, no way to tell without markings. I probably wouldn’t have tried that on anything larger and strongly suggest nobody else does either. I’m a trained professional…or was 😉
The 20mm Oerlikon (20 x 110RBmm) cartridge was a classic example of the “installed base” problem. I.E., everybody chambered their 20mm cannon (AA, aircraft, whatever) for it because, like the mountain, “it was there”.
The problem was that in designs without some sort of rotation to “break” the case loose from the chamber walls after firing, it tended to have extraction problems. Lubricating the cases before belting and loading was the usual solution, and yes, it was a PITA, especially in dirty or sandy conditions (Western Desert, the SW Pacific, etc.)
Around 1944, the USN began coating the cases with carnauba wax during manufacture. Which solved the extraction problem and didn’t collect crap from the environment.
Graduated Army Small Arms Repair School at Aberdeen Proving Grounds in 1974. One of the weapons we were trained to repair was the M139 20mm rapid fire cannon. It could be set to fire single shot, 200 RPM, or 1000 RPM. The gun has a cartridge oiler that is driven by the moving ammo belt. It squirts a few drops of oil along the case length of each round as they pass underneath. Oiler is item #9 in the photo at the link.
The sugar company mill I worked at as a young’un in the 70’s (US Sugar) also had a large champion Brangus bull raising division. A perk for good performing workers was a 2-3 day trip on the company plane down to Costa Rica to their big ranch. Euthanasia was a regular process to keep bloodlines and characteristics pure. The head cowboy, a blue eyed Hispanic descendant of Confedate soldiers (large contingent there) did the deed with a shortened 12ga with hot 3in loads straight to the X point from the eyes to the ear, penetration to the brain stem was almost instantaneous death. Yes the critters were restrained so not like being charged but I never saw his method fail in probably a dozen or so cases that I was semi involved with.
In Vietnam I was assigned to command a signal relay base on top of the only mountain in the area. It had been an old French base, complete with a minefield where no one knew where the mines were. The ammo magazine was an underground bunker, and inside was some of the weirdest ordinance I ever saw in country, including Bangalore torpedoes. (In Vietnam? Really?) We had an M-3 “Grease Gun” and .45ACP tracer ammo.
Some if the stuff, like rusty .50BMG cans and parachute flares without parachutes, was in really sad shape, so I radioed down for permission to blow it up.
“Permission denied!” I was to ship it via helicopter down to the firebase at the foot of the mountain, and they would use it.
The Major I was under at the time wasn’t one to reason with, so I piled up a stack of stuff and the next time a chopper landed I told the pilot he was supposed to take it down. He took one look and said, “No way in hell is that crap going on my bird.”
Fifteen minutes later the Major landed and said, “Lieutenant, I know what you did. You picked the worst cans you could find to make sure the pilot wouldn’t take them.”
So I took him to the magazine and showed him the REALLY bad stuff.
“Okay, blow it up,” he said, and left.
We had fun.
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Col. Cooper observed that raccoons and wild pigs should not be pestered with rimfires.
I would say that Tabasco should not be pestered with anything under 120mm bore.
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eon
Heh. Sorta like Mongo. “Don’t do that. If you shoot him, you’ll just make him mad”.
Or Cthulhu.
“Never use a nuke on Cthulhu. He’ll regenerate in about ten minutes, but then he’ll be radioactive and seriously pissed off.”
cheers
eon
Awww…..big tough Tabasco is really a big softie…..to the right people.
…..to the right people. And with the right encouragement. The bigger the bull, the bigger the sweet tooth. Like other bovines, Ol’ Tabasco would likely follow you to the ends of the earth if you’re offering him a jelly doughnut.
Not that it’s yer fault, but why do you have a pistol in your hand? Can’t climb that way, and now you’re safe. 😉
I wouldn’t use a rimfire (22LR) on a hog, unless it was the only choice, raccoon, job done!
I did try to run off a coon with a Red Ryder, I don’t think it even irritated him. LOL
A .22 is often used to finish gators off, and other large critters. Would I want to use one on a charging bull ? Nope, but you play the game with the hand you got. .22’s work best if you have a partner, kneecap ’em and run, you don’t necessarily have to outrun the bull.
Funny thing about the Oerlikon. When I was still working, I had one of the other Officers bring me a 20mm from an Oerlikon that was in pretty rough shape. The head was kind of mangled but mostly intact and any markings had worn off long ago. I was pretty sure the propellant was long gone since it had definitely been immersed for quite some time, but you never know, so rather than drag a team 3 or 4 hours to get to us for it, I used a time honoured EOD technique that shouldn’t be tried by amateurs…remote drop into a small pit with a very hot fire for a very long time. We used armoured furnaces for that, I had to improvise 🙂 No smoke or any other indications, the primer didn’t even pop, suggesting it was long dead and any HE in the head had either washed out or it was a ball round to begin with, no way to tell without markings. I probably wouldn’t have tried that on anything larger and strongly suggest nobody else does either. I’m a trained professional…or was 😉
The 20mm Oerlikon (20 x 110RBmm) cartridge was a classic example of the “installed base” problem. I.E., everybody chambered their 20mm cannon (AA, aircraft, whatever) for it because, like the mountain, “it was there”.
The problem was that in designs without some sort of rotation to “break” the case loose from the chamber walls after firing, it tended to have extraction problems. Lubricating the cases before belting and loading was the usual solution, and yes, it was a PITA, especially in dirty or sandy conditions (Western Desert, the SW Pacific, etc.)
Around 1944, the USN began coating the cases with carnauba wax during manufacture. Which solved the extraction problem and didn’t collect crap from the environment.
So yes, the solution was…Turtle Wax.
cheers
eon
Graduated Army Small Arms Repair School at Aberdeen Proving Grounds in 1974. One of the weapons we were trained to repair was the M139 20mm rapid fire cannon. It could be set to fire single shot, 200 RPM, or 1000 RPM. The gun has a cartridge oiler that is driven by the moving ammo belt. It squirts a few drops of oil along the case length of each round as they pass underneath. Oiler is item #9 in the photo at the link.
https://www.armedconflicts.com/20-mm-Gun-M139-Vehicle-Rapid-Fire-Weapon-System-t274090
Momma lookin’ a little MILFy today. Retainin’ water?
“I’m not bad. I’m just drawn that way”………..
– J. Rabbit
The sugar company mill I worked at as a young’un in the 70’s (US Sugar) also had a large champion Brangus bull raising division. A perk for good performing workers was a 2-3 day trip on the company plane down to Costa Rica to their big ranch. Euthanasia was a regular process to keep bloodlines and characteristics pure. The head cowboy, a blue eyed Hispanic descendant of Confedate soldiers (large contingent there) did the deed with a shortened 12ga with hot 3in loads straight to the X point from the eyes to the ear, penetration to the brain stem was almost instantaneous death. Yes the critters were restrained so not like being charged but I never saw his method fail in probably a dozen or so cases that I was semi involved with.
In Vietnam I was assigned to command a signal relay base on top of the only mountain in the area. It had been an old French base, complete with a minefield where no one knew where the mines were. The ammo magazine was an underground bunker, and inside was some of the weirdest ordinance I ever saw in country, including Bangalore torpedoes. (In Vietnam? Really?) We had an M-3 “Grease Gun” and .45ACP tracer ammo.
Some if the stuff, like rusty .50BMG cans and parachute flares without parachutes, was in really sad shape, so I radioed down for permission to blow it up.
“Permission denied!” I was to ship it via helicopter down to the firebase at the foot of the mountain, and they would use it.
The Major I was under at the time wasn’t one to reason with, so I piled up a stack of stuff and the next time a chopper landed I told the pilot he was supposed to take it down. He took one look and said, “No way in hell is that crap going on my bird.”
Fifteen minutes later the Major landed and said, “Lieutenant, I know what you did. You picked the worst cans you could find to make sure the pilot wouldn’t take them.”
So I took him to the magazine and showed him the REALLY bad stuff.
“Okay, blow it up,” he said, and left.
We had fun.