Some people swear by straight pipes on full throttle.
My wife had a similar laugh at my expense: goddamned wood pecker on the side of the house at 5 a.m. right above the headboard of the bed after we'd been up drinking until 2 a.m. or so...and I couldn't get the persistent, though foolish, thing to quit. Tried pounding on the wall, etc. In my jockies, grabbed the little Ruger 1022, went out on the deck, peeked around the corner. When the woodpecker saw me he flew across the road and landed on the fence. Well, I was out there so I decided I'd scare the shit out of it so let one fly meant to whistle closely by. The bird fell to the ground dead...and this was in town! I ran my near bare ass back into the house and put the gun away and hopped back into bed. Then I had to explain my crime.
My wife had a similar laugh at my expense: goddamned wood pecker on the side of the house at 5 a.m. right above the headboard of the bed after we'd been up drinking until 2 a.m. or so...and I couldn't get the persistent, though foolish, thing to quit. Tried pounding on the wall, etc. In my jockies, grabbed the little Ruger 1022, went out on the deck, peeked around the corner. When the woodpecker saw me he flew across the road and landed on the fence. Well, I was out there so I decided I'd scare the shit out of it so let one fly meant to whistle closely by. The bird fell to the ground dead...and this was in town! I ran my near bare ass back into the house and put the gun away and hopped back into bed. Then I had to explain my crime.
