A friend on mine, whose name will remain hidden, shot a Chickadee at our deer camp, he plucked it, dressed it, stuffed it with bread cubes, baked it in a toaster oven (there was no chickadee setting on the instruction), and ate it on one bite

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And John???
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I got nothing!!!!!
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Sobering thought John...

Mice had clogged the heater in the deer blind and it had to be cleaned out each day for three days, then the poision began taking control and there have been no problems.

Dean forget the 410 and go straight to the 270:bowdown:

I dunno Rich, I think I'll save the .270 for outdoor shooting on bigger game like muskrats and such.

Some few decades ago when I would spend a week or more alone at the old deer camp I would amuse myself in the evening by putting little piles of cracker crumbs in strategic places on the wooden floor and commence to reading a book or magazine. I had a Ruger single-six .22 and would wait for the mice to come out and start chowing down on the cracker crumbs. I shot a lot of mice that way but my hearing suffered a bit.... what?

So what your saying is you started "baiting" at an early age?

The only things I've ever baited were mice, mink when I was trapping, and girls before I married Kathy... and not necessarily in that order.

Taste like chicken....

Those pistols do hurt your ears. Bet you have some great mink and muskrat where you live. Thats next on my list get Jett traping. We might trap a beaver or two next month.