I don’t know if this counts as “hunting” but I caught a chicken in the parking lot of the law office where I work during my lunch break.
I saw it, and went next door to the only other building on the block and asked if it was their’s. They told me no, so i walked up to it, grabbed by the back of the head and twirled it around until it’s neck broke. gonna have it for supper with fava beans and a nice chianti.
Just call me Chicken-Killer from now on.
You are a badass.
I second that. Nice smooth quickness and alertness too. Reminds me of wolf moves. Feral 23!
I don't know if this counts as "hunting" but I caught a chicken in the parking lot of the law office where I work during my lunch break.
Oh, shit, Rory. You made me laugh my ass off. That’s amazing. I wish when I worked at a law office that we would have had chickens running around–I mean besides our clients.
I worked at 50 Rockefeller Plaza (for any of you who might be fans of the tv show 30 Rock–it was right next door.) Besides the pigeons and tourists, the wildest we got were the domesticated camels from the Radio City Christmas Show going for their afternoon walk in the plaza. It would have been pretty hard to get away with wringing their necks.
Congrats, Rory (aka “he kills the chicken”)
You mean, “He-chokes-chiken.”
Yeah, way to go. Once a few years ago I was stalking a squirrel in the parking lot of my work. I think I frightened an elderly woman.
I got my fiancee to cook it as lemon chicken, then we ate it whilst we watched Lost.
I beleive that was the first meal that I ever gathered over 60% of. Chicken, abunch of greens for salad from the garden, and fresh peppermint and strawberry tea for dessert. THe only store bought stuff was lettuce, tomatoes and ice cream.
It was pretty good.
I think that name already applied before the parking lot incident.
The gods said, “lets send him a chicken and watch. Let the chickens neck break between his paws, quick and wolfy, so that it feel humane pain and no suffering unlike the gods of the mass producution factories dish out and produce nowdays; we will add diversity and love for both the chicken and man, not pain, suffering and neglect to both. Sow Pounces-Chicken-Neck-and-Strangles-Like-Wolf will pass Dead-Cement-Chicken to Elder-Women-of-Cooking-Good-Food and feast today!”
Lol. That’s pretty damn funny ya’ll.
Might I suggest he-chokes-chicken-unto-death?
Ha ha. I like that one.