Marko59er

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While reading the post about rats reminded me of a few rat stories that I heard. You know the type where the first story builds from the next one until they become unbelieveable. Does anyone have any good rat stories like these?

A neighbor was filling a grain bin. Noticed a rat inside the bin. The bin was full enough that there was no way the rat could get out. Neighbor decided to go in the bin with a 2x4 and get the rat. First, the neighbor chased the rat around the bin with the 2x4 trying to hit it. Then, the rat figured out that there was no way out and started chasing the neighbor around the bin. Finally, the neighbor won. Imagine, what it would be like watching the ordeal from the top of the bin.

My next story is about another neighbor. He said he would shell ear corn at a neighbor's place. They set up the sheller at one end of the crib. On the other end they would build what looked like a funnel with plywood. (The best way to describe it.) The funnel's end was narrow enough that a lawn mower fit at the end. The rats would run out of the back end of the crib then down the plywood funnel and finally be killed by going under the running lawn mower.

Does anyone have any better stories?
 
We did the lawn mower outside the crib while shelling several times. Also seen them run up pant legs while shelling. We learned to tie a twine around the bottoms of our pants to keep them out.

Best one is the one nite right after marriage when the wife yelled from the bedroom of the trailer home that there was a rat.

I walked back there and grabbed the plunger out of the bathroom on the way.

Wife was standing on the bed and I peeked thru the door around the corner and there sat the rat.

I swung the plunger from around the corner and got the darned thing. Even surprised myself.

Next day I was rat proofing the trailer home.
 
we were shelling out and old wood crib quite a few years ago, was up in the crib pulling corn down into the auger. i had coveralls on, twine tied around my ankles, working with a buddy of mine who was always a jokester. well all of a sudden he hits me square in the small of my back with a grain shovel, knocked me over and about broke my back. i got up and hollered what the h@ll ya trying to do??? he says , reach in yer back pocket. i reach around and find a dead rat in my pocket. he saw it go up my pantleg and go for my pocket, then he clobbered it. dont know if i shoulda thanked him or hit him!!
 
When I was a kid, dad and I were cleaning the last few bushels of corn out of a crib, shoveling corn into gunny sacks. As we got down towards last few shovels full, remarked that we should be seeing a mice coming out of corn pile. On next shovel full, all heck broke loose. Two rats ran out. One at my dad, another toward me. I dived at mine, grabbing it by the body. Meanwhile there was a whole lot of stompin' goin' on behind me. I was wearing leather gloves, so no problem with getting bit. When the commotion stopped I turned around with live rat in my hands, said "I got mine, you get yours?" Dad held up his stomped dead rat by the tail.....
 
Was playing "horse" at the neighbors when I was a kid- the basket was mounted on the gable wall of an old shed. Caught a movement out of the corner of my eye when preparing for a shot, and it was a large rat running out from under the shed. I threw the basketball at it from about 10 feet away, and killed it deader'n a mackeral- apparently broke its neck. That was generally considered to be the "shot of the day".
 
A few years ago, I drowned 3 baby ones in the kitchen sink. A day or two after that I got up early one morning and opened the refrigerator and one ran out from under it and I stepped on it barefooted. Now I put some shoes on when I get up.
 
Something kept getting in the corn meal at the house, I told my wife to put the meal in a jar til I had time to trap it. The next morning the top was off the jar meal all over! We had a loud discussing(notsp), went for more meal and a security camera, this is what it showed: rat1 ran out jumped on the lid gripping it rat2 ran out took #1 tail ran around the jar unscrewing the lid! Just do not know how they knew to go c-cwise Some truth in every story! Gary
 
I know a lady that is a county health nurse. She said one family had rats so bad in their trailer they were crawling into the baby's crib. They didn't want to poison because of pets, so she recomended snakes. They didn't like it, but they finally let her bring some and turn loose under the trailer. She said the rats came out in a steady stream for quite a while. Lee
 
We had rats out behind a house I lived in a few years back. I would go out on the back deck with my .22 and drink a couple of beers and just snipe em off. You could see them moving about through the hedgerow. After like 3 days, when I would come out on the deck, they would STOP moving around. I'd stand there and look, and I'd see them peeking around the bushes and over tree branches on the ground. None of them would be moving around. Of course I could still pop a few of them, but they made it much tougher. After a few more days, I'd look out the back window, see them moving around, get the .22 and go out back, and nothing , they would lay low, I would'nt see any of them. I'd have to give them a couple of weeks, and even then it was'nt as fun as when I first started blasting them. I could go out there without the gun and they would go about their business seemingly without a care in the world, with the gun, they would lay low. I would'nt have believed it if I had'nt seen it myself.
Jack
 
We had an old fashioned "dump" on a hill outside of town where I went to school. The guys were raving about the fun they had shooting rats at the dump, so I brought my .22 to school- (on the school bus- can you believe it? They'd expel my kid and send him to jail if he tried that today). The rat hunt was a real disappointment- they'd been hunted pretty heavy for several days, and that day, after the first shot, they all disappeared, and never did come out until we had to call it on account of darkness. They may be primitive, but they're sure not stupid!
 
In Korea in 1959 living in a Quonset hut, around 2:30 in the morning five or six of us out back standing next to the pee ditch and looking for a rat someone claimed to have seen. We were all in skivvies and rubber slip on shoes which we called slickky shoes. I got behind one guy, reached down and pinched his achilles tendon and made a squeaking sound. He kicked his slickky shoe fiften feet out and and over a twelve foot fence.

Guess I was lucky I didn"t get thrown in the pee ditch.

Bob
 
A friend of mine in college told me his father, a WWII bomber pilot, while stationed in England, woke up to a terible pain in this big toe. A rat was chewing on it!! Still had the scars 20 years later.
 
I had a great great uncle who had a produce warehouse. He'd pile up a bunch of leftover stuff in the floor, turn off the lights, round up all the neighborhood children with bats and sticks, and turn the lights back on. They did pretty well killing them that way. We also had a Jack Russell one time who would catch rats in the air. We always had a lot of pipe around our nursery, and most of the time you could pick a piece up and shake a rat out for her.
 
Years ago, I lived in a rickety old rental house in pomona. Woke up before dawn to go to work, first thing i did was wonder in to the bathroom to do the morning wee, stood in front of the john ready to go, reached up to switch on the light, reached down to lift the seat, somthing was odd... when my eyes finally focused, there was a pair of eyes staring back at me from the hole in the bottom of the toilet bowl, just about startled the c#*p out of me! If my wife would have been the lucky one to find it she would have had a heart attack. Turned out it was dead, dont know if fell in trying to get a drink, or if it came up through the sewer pipe and could'nt get out of the pot? Anyhow, heck of thing to find before you even get your clothes on....Tom
 
This is just adjacent from my computer room it is an outside drain that is 5 cement blocks deep.
my computer is in the old coal bin in basement

Somehow these little beasts has chewed through a schedule 40 drain pipe and a skim coat of cement.

I have been live trapping them because of personal preferences to make outside targets out of them caught 3 in two days,

Used to be if you saw one in the chicken coop in the day time , there was a thousand at night.
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When I was stationed in Korea back in 1969-70 and 4 of us guys got passes to go to the local village that night and as we where walking thru the village to go to the EM club we heard this screaming coming from one of the hutches.
To the others and me it sounded like a baby screaming. We knock at the hutch door but no one came to the door. So we went on our way to the EM club and had a few beers.
About an hour later we started heading back to the compound and as we came bye this one hutch we past earlier we still heard this crying coming from this hutch still.
This time we push the door in and noticed this baby Korean girl couldn’t be much more than three or four months old and here was this big rat in bed with her and was chewing on this little girls arm. This kind of freaked out. I’ve seen big rat in my time but this one was the size of a full-grown coon.
We all started looking for something to beat this rat with. Sgt. Hinton found this empty liquor bottle and started beating rat over the head as hard as he could a few times until it was dead.
We took the baby and headed back toward the MP gate and told the MP’s what happened and from there one of MP’s took her to the aid station in his a jeep.
In the 13 months stationed there I have never seen one cat! They did find the mother (MOM-MA-SON) and arrested her for not caring for the baby. Mike
 
In 1967, 4th Infantry Division outside Pleiku Vietnam, living in a 4 man tent. We used mosquito netting on frames to keep the rats out of our bunks. New guy is assigned and a couple evening later I come in and he is on his bunk on his knees with a 45 Auto. I said, Paul, what are you doing. He said, there"s a rat jumping off the table there onto my netting and he"s sliding off. If he ever gets hold of it, I"m going to blow the hell out of him.
 
we were shooting .22's at an indoor range & a rat came up out of the drainpipe & was running around below the targets. Targets were waist high & bullets went into a bullet trap. Shooting went on all the time & never came near the rat so he thought he had nothing to worry about; he was used to all the sound & fury. Got permission from the rangemaster & switched targets. Easy kill.
 
We took the dryer fan off of 20k bushel grain bin and I had to crawl into the fan duct passage. There are several bars missing off of the fan cover screen. The rats go in and out of these openings and when the fan kicks on it occasionally gets one. I remember sliding in there on my back and looking up and theres this half of a huge dead rat plastered to top of the duct about 6" from my face. Chopped it right in half and stuck it. The other half and parts of some others through the years were scattered all over the duct.
 
If you want to see some real big fat well fed one, go to the Broadripple area of Indy about 5am down near the canal. people have been feeding the ducks there for years not knowing the rats were eating the left over food and the ducklings. They look like small dogs!
 
Wife and I got married and moved an old trailer out to her dad's farm. Her dad raised feeder pigs, and fed barley to the brood sows. We would soak the barley in 55 gallon barrels, and the hogs would go nuts over it. I would feed the sows in the mornings before I went to work. Overhead light switch was by the south door, but the north door was closer, so I'd use it and the heat lamps were plenty to see at each crate. The barley barrels were in a dark corner, and one morning I reached into a half empty barrel, and a BIG rat ran up my arm and jumped off my shoulder onto a post. I got a real close look at him, and I swear, he was as big as a rottwieler. From that day on, I always walked the length of the barn to turn on the lights before I reached into the barrels.

Paul
 
When I was a kid about 8 or 9 years old I was helping my grandpa cleaning out an ear corn crib. There were a few rats and one crawed up his pant leg. He was wearing bib overalls. He calmly reached down and squeezed the rat to death. It was just above his knee. He looked and me and laughed. I'll never forget that.
 

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