I used to catch fruit bats and tie fishing line around there necks,like a leash.I would take them for walks,with them flying infront of me.Got some strange looks from passerbyers.They could not see the fishing line!

Everyspring we would have our own ratball championships.As we would clear the old,moldy hay and alphalpha out of the hay barns we would catch the rats which would burrow and nest in the old stuff.When hay molds it creates quite alot of heat and the rats love to nest in it.a picher and a shovel for a bat is all we needed.

When we would get tired of baseball we would stuff them into a gas dryer we used for horse tack.They did not like that much.

I remember getting an ass woopin from grampa for fishing for ducks on purpose.Third accidental duck in a row pissed him off.It is not like they come to the boat all happy and friendly.He was getting pretty beat by these things!I remember my dad laughing as my g-pa bent me over his knee.The problem was I never quit laughuing becuse my dad would not quit laughing.Just made him hit me harder.