When I was about 12 - 14 yrs old, I was walking through the woods on a cold winter day and found a hornet's nest. I had always wanted one and was told to look for them in the winter b/c they would all be dead. So I hauled ass back to the house and grabbed my 12 gauge and off I went to blow it down. I took a fine bead and cut the limb about 3' above the nest on the first shot. It came crashing down but luckily there wasn't much damage to the nest. I was as proud as a young man could be as I made my way back to the house.
I showed it to my parents and they were excited for me. I put the nest in my room, put the gun away and back outside I went. I came in alittle while later to find that the winter didn't kill the hornets, it just put them to sleep but once they warmed up, they were PISSED!!!!! There were 3 or 4 that had made an exit and flying around my room and I could hear the rest of them inside plotting an attack on my ass. I grabbed the nest and hauled ass out into the garage, where I hit it with a lighter. Man o man, that thing went up like a fireworks factory. Little winged balls of fire were coming out everywhere but they didn't make it long.
Once everything was put out, I went back into my room and by this time, they had settled down enough for me to kill them one by one. It was a full day of emotions for me but I learned a valuable lesson that day. Never trust a man when he tells you winter will kill hornets and its safe to take the nest down.
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