Ok so where did it go???

I shoot a opossum last nigh that was on my porch and it got under the porch. So I was going to pull it out today if I could get hold of it. To far for me to reach down where it went under and to far back for the hoe. Well went out to see if maybe since it should be stiff now that maybe I could hook it with something and its gone. I know 100% sure it was dead since I hit it not only with the 44 mag with a shot shell but also in the head with a 22. So which of you guys is having opossum for supper tonight??? LOL No really what would drag off something like that??

you missed it was playing possum

Dog? Coon(though I don't think so)?

Most of the possums I shoot around here get 12 gauge at close range since it is usually nighttime. I'd love to use the 22cal more often, but it is tough to hold the rifle steady and a light also.

Christopher

Never ever let one of those SOB's get away from you! I shot one in the head once and threw it in the trash barrel. Stone dead, I thought.

Next morning, there was blood on the trash barrel and it was gone. I couldn't find it for a few days until the smell got powerful enough. It had found a small opening between the dirt and my concrete carport floor and crawled in there and died. I had to dig and scrape it out and throw lime over the remains.

Coyote?

Not likely since this is under my front porch and the light is on all night because of the barn cats. Now if you said another opossum or a coon ya but I don't think the coyotes are that brave. I would not have seen that opossum if it had not been for one of my house dogs barking at it through the door window

Way to much blood for a miss and the last shot was at less then 12 inches and I could even see the hole in its head

Hard to kill a possum by shooting it in the head, their brain is smaller than a pea. Shoot them in the lungs or heart, that will get the job done.

Had the same thing happen years ago. We shot
the same possum 3 nites in the row. You could
see the holes in it. The 4th nite we didn't
shoot it. We chased it out and drove an Oliver
88 over it. Left the back tire on it and it was
dead in the morning.

Coyotes, coon, other peoples' dogs. I don't have it, I tried eating well prepared possum with sweet potatoes---once.

KEH

You'll find it when it warms up.

I shot one with a .357 right behind the shoulders once. It rolled pretty good, but it was still twitching a little. I decided to let it be for a few minutes. Went back half hour later to find it about twenty yards from where I shot it walking away. A follow up shot took care of it, but I was amazed at how tough it was.

check which one of your dogs has a full belly!

I saw my dad drill one with a .38 from directly overhead literally inches from it"s head. It got up, snarled at him and walked off. Finished it with a shovel. Gun jammed.

Cats are tough to kill too. Years ago my neighbor had a cat that went through the corn sheller. It lived but wasn't looking good so he knocked it in the head and threw it aside. The next morning the cat was sitting by the back door waiting for breakfast. Jim

I shoot a dog in the head with a arrow one time feal over like it was dead I firgured I'd go get my arrow back When I pulled it out he got up an run off

Dead animals have been known to exhibit some strange behavior.

Once when I was a kid we had a neighbor who was a peeping Tom...but law enforcement could never catch him. His German shepherd was never far from his side. One night Pappy heard something on the back porch that sounded like a human presence. He grabbed his 16-gauge Browning loaded with deer slugs and went out onto the porch. Ween he got to the outside porch door, the German Shepherd growled at Pappy, who proceeded to put all 5 slugs through that dog. Pappy then grabbed a canvas tarp and covered the dog's body, planning on burying it the next morning.

But when Pappy got up the next morning, the dog's body was gone...the tarp was still there, but no dead dog. But there WAS some freshly dug dirt in the next-door neighbor's back yard.

One Saturday Pappy and my brother and I, along with another pair of boys, were gone to some sort of training at the area Boy Scout camp. Pappy was the Scoutmaster, so he decided that, unlike the previous Scoutmaster, he'd actually attend these district functions.

It was just after dark when we got home, and we wondered what was up, because Maw had all the lights in the house on.

Well, it seems a possum had gotten into our enclosed back porch--probably to work on the dry cat food we had set out for our pets. Maw saw the possum, and decided it wasn't going to survive the ordeal. So she put five shots from her .22 bolt action Marlin into the critter before it finally gave up the ghost.

Unfortunately, Pappy had parked his Cub tractor just outside the porch, and with a full tank of gas. One of the rounds had gone through the possum, through the porch wall and had dented the gas tank on the Cub just enough to cause the gas to leak. Maw had heard some fluid running, and decided to catch the escaping gasoline in what she called her "canner kettle" [although I don't recall her ever canning when I was a kid].

By the time we got home, the level of the gas was below the crease in the gas tank, and the gas had stopped flowing. Maw was just upset and flustered to the point of tears. So Pappy assessed the situation, grabbed a shovel out of the garage, and went to bury the possum.

A short time later, he came back to the house, shovel in hand, and handed it to Maw. "What's THAT for?" she asked.

"I buried the possum," Pappy replied. "Now you can bury the tractor." [A bit of bondo and paint fixed the gas tank for a number of years.]

Even at only 12 inches away, too many beers can cause dyslexia.

Nope no beer for the last 4 or 5 days so that did not happen