There's about 7,000 - 8,000 wolves in all of friggin' Alaska. It's only an overpopulation if you consider the hunters who want more caribou for themselves.
kostmayer wrote:If there is, they should just export them over here to Blighty.
Why, are you having a wolf shortage?
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Mikey wrote:There's about 7,000 - 8,000 wolves in all of friggin' Alaska. It's only an overpopulation if you consider the hunters who want more caribou for themselves.
kostmayer wrote:If there is, they should just export them over here to Blighty.
Why, are you having a wolf shortage?
Yes, we don't have them anymore.
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That's answering two different questions, and the first one's wrong - we don't have a wolf shortage at all. We do have a problem with fox overpopulation, since the numpties in the Labour party decided that banning pest control was a good thing.
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Captain Seafort wrote:That's answering two different questions, and the first one's wrong - we don't have a wolf shortage at all. We do have a problem with fox overpopulation, since the numpties in the Labour party decided that banning pest control was a good thing.
To call fox hunting pest control it like calling a Caribbean Cruise a method of getting to work. Sure it will get you from A to B, but it's so OTT it's ridiculous.
Yep. The damn things are a menace - and that's coming from a town-dweller who's had his bin knocked over uncountable times by the damn things. As for the method of pest control, getting rid of them = good, getting rid of them, and allowing people to have some fun in the process = better. Not to mention that hunting with dogs is the most humane method of getting rid of foxes available.
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We have the occasional red fox by me, but they're rare and shy of people. We do have a similar menace with raccoons - the damned things are very dextrous, and can seem to get into any trash can short of one that's welded shut. Opossums, too, but mostly they'd rather run; however, they are nasty when cornered.
BTW, "playing possum" is an absolute truth. My wife found a dead opossum in our yard, because she saw the dog playing with the carcass - tossing it around, batting it, etc. On finding nobody from animal control available at that time of night, I resolved to go scoop it into a garbage bag until someone could come for the body, and I remarked, "Wouldn't it be funny if it was only playing dead?" She said, "Couldn't be - did you see what the dog was doing to it?" I went in the yard, and sure enough - no possum.
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I got the high gloss luster
I'll massacre your ass as fast
as Bull offed Custer
I live in the middle of a big city and we gave possums in the backyard. Last estimate put it and 15 to one with possums out numbering Humans areound here.
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