This was a very very old horse and became blind in one eye and badly infected and had lost about 300 to 400 lbs in the last few weeks is what I was told by the owner.
You could not get within 50 feet of it as it would try to kill you.. like it was mad.
The eye area got bad and was swollen to about a football size and had a hole in the side of the face with maggots eating on it.
They tried for a couple weeks to get someone out to put it down.
No not eating it as it was owned as a pet for a long time.
And the infection was way gross.
No one new it was maggot infested as you could not get near it.
I studied these pictures and others and knew it was walnut sized.
I was not worried about putting the bullet where I aimed but i did go out the day before and shoot the .308, 6.5 CM and .223 and made darn sure I was on the mark not any of that sighted in 2" high stuff.
I knew where my round hit at 50 and at 100 and at 50 the rounds literally went into the same hole for the .308.
15 MPH winds day of practice and day of shooting.
I felt I did the horse and the owners right.
And i did not accept any cash as they are used to paying for this stuff.
I told her to make me a sandwich.
I never had a Stromboli and it was nearly 2 foot long and all homemade including the bread around it.
I ate on it for a few days as did the grand kid and wife.
Excellent sandwich.
You could not get within 50 feet of it as it would try to kill you.. like it was mad.
The eye area got bad and was swollen to about a football size and had a hole in the side of the face with maggots eating on it.
They tried for a couple weeks to get someone out to put it down.
No not eating it as it was owned as a pet for a long time.
And the infection was way gross.
No one new it was maggot infested as you could not get near it.
I studied these pictures and others and knew it was walnut sized.
I was not worried about putting the bullet where I aimed but i did go out the day before and shoot the .308, 6.5 CM and .223 and made darn sure I was on the mark not any of that sighted in 2" high stuff.
I knew where my round hit at 50 and at 100 and at 50 the rounds literally went into the same hole for the .308.
15 MPH winds day of practice and day of shooting.
I felt I did the horse and the owners right.
And i did not accept any cash as they are used to paying for this stuff.
I told her to make me a sandwich.
I never had a Stromboli and it was nearly 2 foot long and all homemade including the bread around it.
I ate on it for a few days as did the grand kid and wife.
Excellent sandwich.
Thank you sir for being concerned enough to do the right thing by the animal.
On a lighter note, I've never had a Stromboli either. Sounds like a good sandwich.
Don't lose any sleep over lip given in here. You did fine.
The fact that you took the time to study equine anatomy before undertaking this task tells me all I need to know about you.
I would use what my dad recommended and it has never failed me since 1981. The undisputed "All American Champ" and at one time the envy of all the world, the inevitable 30-06. And just as we have sporterized and rebarrelled old military rifles to varying cartridges, the rest of the world wisely rebarrelled theirs to '06. I believe it killed a XXXX load of horses in WWI unintentionally and made everyone believers in WWII. Just sayin', ya know.
My grandpa raised feeder pigs, people would come pick one out and he would drop it from 100 ft to farther with a single shot 22. His son my stepdad who raised us came home one time with 85 piglets and we raised them, I was like 7 years old when I was taught to cut their nuts! Well came time to eat one before we ever sold any and my stepdad shot one, ended up shooting it like 7 times before he jumped in the pen with a hammer. He turned to us boys and said not to be telling grandpa!! Haaaa! The brother below me 4 yrs old, first time seeing grandpa he told him dad beat a pig up with a hammer! Been a joke in our family for years. He was a shooter in the military and an excellent shot hunting, but he screwed the pooch on that first pig. He did figure it out and was able to do as grandpa could. It also was a short lived pig operation too. We all hated pigs.
We have had to put hundreds and hundreds of animals down on the farm, from horses, calves, cows, sheep, goats, chickens, pigs and even 2 buffalos and all the hunting we did.
But a horse being put down is about the hardest to swallow in my mind.
Again @swampratt, you did good.
We have had to put hundreds and hundreds of animals down on the farm, from horses, calves, cows, sheep, goats, chickens, pigs and even 2 buffalos and all the hunting we did.
But a horse being put down is about the hardest to swallow in my mind.
Again @swampratt, you did good.
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I know a fellow in the mustang program with the department of whoever is in charge of mustangs. Watching them devastate what was once unbelievable native grass pasture will knock the gloss off of them pretty quickly. It’ll be generations before the rangeland could be resuscitated. Not everything with hooves should be wild and free. Sometimes a glue bottle and dog food sack is the best bet. Don’t get me wrong. They have yet to build a machine that comes near a horse for working cows. Not everything that can kick your guts out is a cow pony or something you can trust on the trail.
I'd just show it a pic of my ex mother-in-law.....certainly not painless but quick
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