A short story especially for Martha Killi-Lyons. Somewhere in Angola..... Another form of entertainment was rat hunts. With the filthy conditions of the FAA camp we had these huge black rats coming into our tents. The obvious solution was to shoot them; the only problem being that a rifle bullet is a little bit of an over-kill for such a small animal: it would have gone through the rat, the tent and a few bushes, even small trees, and probably kill one of our mates down the path. Our solution to this problem was: we took out the metal bullet-head (Mark had strong teeth), poured out 98% of the gunpowder, and re-plugged the bullet with Sunlight soap. We tested the penetration capabilities of these babies on a peach tin. Sure enough, it made a fair sized hole going in, but all the energy was expended and it did not pass out the far side. These ballistic tests done, we were ready to hunt rats. We got an old AK for this purpose. You could only fire one shot at a time because the reduced load was not strong enough to re-cock the weapon automatically, the way it should. We turned off the lamps and one of us had the rifle, while the number two held a Maglite. Sitting in the dark we soon heard scuffling. On with the torch and bang! Shit, did it make a mess of that rat. Our neighbours soon complained about the noise, so we shot only in the early part of the night, just after the generator was turned off. I’m sure if I try the same stunt here in suburbia my neighbours will phone the cops. Civilians.
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 09:39:19 +0000
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