I once saw 3 possums run out of a dead deers posterior. Last muzzleloader season I walked up on a possum in the snow, and he proceeded to climb a deadfall and then play possum at eye level. I tossed a few snowballs at him and he woke up and bared his sharp little teeth and hissed at me. I said, "Possum, this is your lucky day because I really hate to clean this flintlock." I think my .50 cal. at ten feet could've took him, but I could be wrong. Any way I'm alive to tell the story.

Voting for anti-gun Democrats is dumber than giving treats to a dog that shits on a Persian Rug