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To kill a squirel or not to kill a squirel...

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  • From: Central Florida
Posted by plasticjunkie on Tuesday, August 13, 2019 6:55 PM

I use those large clear plastic boxes with the lockable lids to transport my models to shows. I use an old towel to cover the box bottom which cushions contact and prevents models from shifting. You can find these boxes at Walmart or Target.




Too many models to build, not enough time in a lifetime!!

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Posted by Cdn Colin on Tuesday, August 13, 2019 7:41 PM

I wouldn't have stopped.

When I was in grade 5, a classmate's bus rear-ended a car because the lady slammed on her brakes to avoid a squirrel.

In grade 9, a senior and her boyfriend were driving down a gravel road back to school after lunch.  She swerved to avoid a dog that darted out to chase the car and rolled her Jeep.  She spent 2 months in hospital and missed the boyfriend's funeral.

I will take my foot off the gas for an animal, but that's it.

On a side squirrel note, a coworker had her new van written off because squirrels ate away at the wiring.

I build 1/48 scale WW2 fighters.

Have fun.

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  • From: Willamette Valley, Oregon
Posted by goldhammer on Tuesday, August 13, 2019 9:41 PM

Not many squirrels around here, but we have a deer hit every couple of months.  They come off the hill right behind the house.  Working at the body shop across the highway from home does have it's advantages.  Have seen more rigs wrapped around a tree from swerving to miss one.

Closer to town it's the 2 legged squirrels we have to watch out for.

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  • From: Chicago area
Posted by modelmaker66 on Tuesday, August 13, 2019 11:10 PM

You did what? Over a squirrel? Maybe a dog would be worth it. Maybe....

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Posted by castelnuovo on Tuesday, August 13, 2019 11:22 PM




Those boxes look very good but I don't think it would be practical for moving 60 models Smile

BTW, the cammo looks SUPER. Care to share how did you do it?




All you need to know is in the build logs. invest heavily in masking tape!




KI-45 "Nick" build


ZM have another Nick out and it is a short nose variant. I think I am going to try a different way to get the same effect in a much tighter pattern



Thanks a lot, great guidance

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Posted by ajlafleche on Wednesday, August 14, 2019 10:02 AM

From your avatar, it looks like you ride a bike. Given how suicidal squirrels try to take us down by throwing themselves at our front wheels and then instantly changing direction, for a second shot, I'm surprised you didn't aim for him! 

Seriously, though, you did the right thing. We had a tree fall in front of our house last week. There was a squirrel nest with 6 babies (eyes not yet open.) Posting the picture in pur community forum got a huge number of concerened responses. A neighbor brough them to a rehab facility. 5 of the 6 made it. 

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Posted by castelnuovo on Wednesday, August 14, 2019 2:40 PM


 There was a squirrel nest with 6 babies (eyes not yet open.) Posting the picture in pur community forum got a huge number of concerened responses. A neighbor brough them to a rehab facility. 5 of the 6 made it. 


This is a sweeet story Smile

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  • From: Bethlehem PA
Posted by the Baron on Thursday, August 15, 2019 11:51 AM

This is starting to sound like George Costanza and the squirrels.

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  • From: New Braunfels , Texas
Posted by Tanker - Builder on Thursday, August 15, 2019 12:41 PM

Hi; Oh Boy! the Animal crossing the road dilemna!

     Here in New Braunfels ,Texas you learn to footwell stuff real quick. At dusk the downtown is possibly Deer infested and Squirrels Too ! Never mind the people, they are worse after a couple of Bar stops. At least the animals will freeze in the headlights .The humans just stumble in front of you. Even in broad daylight it is a challenge.

      It's called Tourist season.Remember we have SchlitterBahn and Wurstfest!! I think " Worst" fest brings out the stupidest types. Even the animals stay away! So when I go to the Train Museum I always footwell my models. This holds true for LEGO creations too! 

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  • From: hamburg michigan
Posted by fermis on Sunday, August 18, 2019 3:57 PM

Real G

Yep, agree that you did the right thing.  That’s good karma on you man.

We have no squirrels here, but like Bish I always use the footwell or forward part of the trunk to move models.  And I am really glad there are no deer or moose crossing Kamehameha or Kalanialaole (say that ten times fast!) Highway.


But ya got mongoose...mongeese...mongooses...
I was over there, back in April. I managed to flatten 1 mongoose and 1 of those "wild" chickens. Both in Kailua. (side note...we were having breakfast in Kailua when that chopper went down...we heard the impact. Gut wrenching.)
Speaking of Kamehameha...I got thrown for a loop when the GPS said...
"Commie-HA-me-HA"!!! LOL
Back to squirrels...
This is my little buddy!
Stared feeding her from a distance, about a year she'll knock on the door or jump up on the door handle and jiggle it...I can even pet her!

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  • From: Western North Carolina
Posted by Tojo72 on Sunday, August 18, 2019 4:28 PM
You know Fermis,thats pretty neat with the squirrels,my father in law used to do the same thing,he would wait for him,take peanuts from his hand,he had stop because he would try to run into the house whenever he opened the door,tried to chew his way in in a couple of places,so be careful they could get overly familiar.

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Posted by Real G on Sunday, August 18, 2019 9:41 PM

Fermis, in my nearly 40 years of driving, I have only one kill and another “probable”.  The kill was a stupid park pidgeon sitting with his brighter friends in a parking lot.  A LOT of friends.  Anyway, when I was pulling out of the lot, I drove at a crawl to give the loitering sky rats time to get up and go.  He didn’t, and there was a sickening bump and squish/crunch.

The “probable” was an air to air intercept.  I was just driving along minding my own business when I noticed a dove making for a collision course on the passenger side of the car.  It disappeared under my hood line and there was a “whump” and a puff of feathers.  I stopped to see if there was a dead bird stuck in my grille, but aside from some feathers, there was no sign of the bird.

I never had a close call with a mongoose, but yeah they get unlucky sometimes.  The chickens I have seen seem to stay on the side of the road, apparently satifsfied with whatever was on that side!

Speaking of Kailua, there was this story of a duck with her ducklings, but it didn’t involve traffic fatalities.  It did include some friendly homeowners, free handouts... and a mysterious food truck parked nearby.  The story didn’t end well for the ducks.  My former boss’ brother, who lived along the ducks’ “happy trail” told us the sad, non-FDA inspected story.

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  • From: The Deep Woods
Posted by Tickmagnet on Monday, August 19, 2019 10:21 AM

Bummer you did that for nothing more than a fuzzy tailed rat.



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Posted by fermis on Monday, August 19, 2019 3:50 PM

Real G

Fermis, in my nearly 40 years of driving, I have only one kill and another “probable”.  

I was quite surprised by the mongoose...even more surprised by the chicken!

I've got a bit less than 30 years of driving...quite a tally!

Birds...several (including 2 real air to air...a canadian goose vs. Cessna and a sparrow vs. Piper). Small game...chipmunks, squirrels, rabbits, opposums, racoons, muskrats, cat, fox, coyote. I don't keep score, but there are multiples of some. Big deer. Way too many very close calls to even remember. We have a lot of deer around here!

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  • From: Willamette Valley, Oregon
Posted by goldhammer on Monday, August 19, 2019 4:08 PM

I hear you on deer...have three suicides to my credit in 50 years on the road, my lady got one, with a Greyhound bus.  That one was a 1/4 mile red streak on the highway (we passed by it a couple of days later).  One dive bomber bird that forgot to pull out that left a big dust mark on the w/shield.

Former boss got a turkey one morning...but we had enough front end stuff stashed at the body shop he owned to fix it without spending any $$.

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Posted by Graham Green on Monday, August 19, 2019 7:02 PM

Just had a look at this post and immediately thought about this lot that happened to me many, many moons ago. Got nothing to do with squirrels at all, as we dont have them in Australia, but we got plenty of other much larger things, to annoy you out on the highway.

If the 'mods' think that this is inaproppriate, then I shall remove it.

For those that are any way vaugley interested in this lot, then go check out on a map just where these places mentioned are.



Been on a couple of weeks rest and recreation, aka, holidays, it was a bit of a quite time, so the company, Brambles, decided to give a few of us some time off with the family, now when I get back to work, I can't see my truck in the yard to go load all my gear into it.

Up to the front counter at the office and I’m told that another driver, Gary Covey, has got my truck and he's on his way back from Jabaru, I'm told to hop into Wes Wright’s Road Boss, who's now on holidays, go grab a particular trailer and go and load it at a certain  place. Then, take off to Tambo and wait for Gary, who’s heading south to arrive at Tambo,  I'm to do the change over with the trucks and keep going north to Jabaru, ditch the load and head straight back to Brisbane for another load.

OK, get to Tambo early the next morning, no sign of Gary with my truck, so I have breaky and then Gary rolls south into town. Talking to Gary before we swap horses, he informs me that he just hit a pig a couple of hours ago.
Yeh, where, -- as you don't want to run over a dead one ever, as the mess is twice as bad. Gary informs me that it's on top of the rise, 3 kays east of Ilfracombe. It did stink a tad when I was under hooking up the trailer leads, and this stink is from a freshly killed one.
Do the change over and head off north, sure enough, 3 kays before Ilfracombe, there's the pig, dead centre of the east bound lane, so I pass it on the westbound lane . Eventually I get unloaded and head back home.
Lo and behold that damned pig was still right where it got hit, only thing now after about a week, it's starting to inflate, you could see where road trains had gone to the north and into the gravel to miss this stinkin' porker, so some must have even gone over onto the wrong side of the road to miss it as well, NO BODY, had even come close to hitting this plonker.

It was now very "ripe" and was sporting a big bunch of blow flies, that were like a mini cloud hanging over this stinkin' rotten corpse. Anyway, I just keep heading south and swing around the corner and into Tambo.

There's Wes's truck parked up pointing north with a loaded trailer, I pull up to have a chat with him and it wasn’t Wes, but Gary, who's laying across the seats, crook as a sick dog, he'd already worked it out with Brisbane, for me to do the change over right here, so Gary could get back home.

Do the change over again with the trailers, and head north again, coming towards Ilfracombe and that pig is still where it was, and no one's touched it yet. Of up to Jabaru and unload and head for home again.

Coming out of Longreach a taxi slips in behind me, it's got the driver and three passengers with broad rimmed hats on, the passengers are a railway crew, heading out for a change over, with another railway crew down the line somewhere.
This taxi stays real close to me and no matter what I do, he aint coming around me, each time I would give a quick blink on the right hand indicator and move to the left, all he would do is just move the car out to the centre of the road, with the right hand wheels rolling along the white lines. Must have done this about a dozen times and about now, I'm getting a bit peeved of with this turkey, just sitting back there on me dot, for all this time.

Get up to Ilfrancombe and slow down in the main street, it's nice and wide and he could have passed me easily, but nope, he stays tucked in right behind me still.

Ah-ha, click, that little bulb lights up in the grey matter, I look up the road and there's the pig, by now after a couple of weeks in the hot Qld sun, it's blown up like a balloon and it's ready to go "pop", so try to get this turkey to pass again, no way, he's staying put, he still just moved out to the line and kept following me.

Chuckle, chuckle, surprise, surprise is about to happen to this joker, eh.

Get up close to the pig and I give the R/H blinker a quick blip , pull left into the dirt and look in the mirror. Yep, this turkey is now staddling the white line with his R/H wheels, I kick up a cloud of dust so he don't know what's in store for him, which then puts his left hand wheels directly in line with the pig.

Look real close at the mirror as I pull it back on the road and yep, the car does a little jig as he hits this plonker. The car only managed to go another fifty or so yards, when it screams to stop over to the left of the road in a great big cloud of dust, four doors are then flung open and four bodies are running away from the taxi, as fast as they can.

By the time I had crested the next rise, which was about another 3 kays down the road, the taxi was still sitting there, I could just image the words of wisdom these turkeys were saying, like, " you get in and drive it", "nah, ***-off, you get in it ".

Me, I was still laughing about this little effort all the way back to Brisbane.



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  • From: Willamette Valley, Oregon
Posted by goldhammer on Monday, August 19, 2019 10:37 PM

I love it.  You do have the same sense of highway justice that I do.  I raise a frosty Fosters to you.

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Posted by Graham Green on Tuesday, August 20, 2019 12:56 AM

Glad to hear you liked that one, got plenty more if you want to hear 'em.


Have a look at this lot and see what you think ----------------------- 


Coming back from Perth after delivering a bit of machinery and headed back home to Brisbane empty,  came into Wilcannia just on dark and pull up at the Shell servo for some tucker. When I get out and I’m walking across the highway, I happen to notice a pilot car and thought, I know that car and who the driver is. Yep, I know her all right, had her as a pilot a couple of times out of Sydney. Sit down at the same table and start talking, she's been to Adelaide with a wide one and was heading back to Sydney and wanted to know if I was going to keep going tonight.
I was feeling OK so decided right there, to keep heading East for a while.

She asked me if I would mind if she followed me, as there are a lot of sheep out on that road between Wilcannia and Nyngan, not too many fences either and quite a lot of grids across the highway, which equals lots and lot’s of "wooly jumpers" roaming around out there at night. Sheep tend to graze at night time out that way, as it's far cooler than when the miday sun is shining.

She wanted to use me as shield, just in case we ran across any mobs of sheep, reckoned she felt a lot safer with about 20 ton of steel between her car and any of these "wild wooly" animals.

We leave Wilcannia and she's kind of like a shadow with headlights, tucked in right behind me and we get rolling along at quite a good clip. The countryside out there is old wind blown sand hills with stunted scrub growing all over the place, these small rises are spread out about every couple of kilometres, It's like a lottery out there at night,  ----------------- any sheep over this rise, nope, ---------------- maybe the next one.

About halfway to Cobar, the rises get a slight bit higher and the lottery gets a bit more keener, because now, when you crest a rise, it's up and over real quick and you’re waiting for the surprise, that you know is somewhere out there.

Well, that surprise suddenly became real, as I popped over this crest, bingo, a big mob of sheep and real close, I knew this pilot car was glued to me rear number plate on the low loader and she had no way of knowing what was about to happen, it sure was going to be a surprise to her. No way for me to hit the picks, not without her rear ending me, so, she had to take her chances with what was about to happen.

The mob spooked when they saw the lights of the truck top the rise and they started to scatter, not quick enough though, three remained dead centre of me front bumper, a second later, one decided to run for it and I flicked that one of into the scrub with the bumper, the other two were very unlucky, they just went straight in underneath the bumper bar, which was made out of a bit of thick walled channel iron, a good beefy strong bar up front when needed.

So, these two met the bumper bar square on, which would have burst them open, then down under the front axle, which would have made the big bits a lot smaller, then down to the diffs where the bigger bits were made even smaller. All this was happening in seconds, and by the time the thoroughly busted up carcasses got down to the low axles and small rear wheels on the low loader, they would be nothing more than fresh mince meat, along with a good supply of busted up blood and guts.

Yep, that's what came out from the rear end, saw it all in the mirror, just a large cloud of small dark matter sprayed out everywhere, by now she's hit the stoppers, so I do the same. Hop out with the torch and have a look at her car, which was painted that light tan colour Holden used, but, it was now a patch work of blood and guts and minced meat, it looked like it had been driven through an abattoir and it even had a bad smell too, along with this brand new paint job.

I start laughing, but she can't see the funny side at all, she's livid about now, and trying to use the windscreen wipers to clean the windscreen of all this gooey gory stuff. The wipers weren't doing a good job at all, only making things worse, so she quit that lot and starts crying, eh, a grown woman letting loose with tears, she was old enough to be my mother, and this just wasn't in the script.
Anyway, I decide it's far safer to load the car onto the empty low loader and let her off when we get to Dubbo in the morning.

Get to Dubbo early the next morning and unload the car, then fuel up whilst she's got the hose going trying to clean up the car, had a feed and a good laugh about what transpired back there and then I departed the scenery Northbound headed for home, she went Eastward headed for Sydney.

I reckon she would have been smelling baked sheep guts for quite a while, what with all that fresh stuff hitting her radiator, every time it rained, or, got a bit hot, phew, another whiff of baked sheep guts, nope, ----------- not for me. Big Smile

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  • From: New Braunfels , Texas
Posted by Tanker - Builder on Tuesday, August 20, 2019 8:16 AM


 An I'll be raisin a Pint to ya fer that too ! T.B.

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Posted by Graham Green on Wednesday, August 21, 2019 4:23 PM

Got a lot more about 'life out on the road in Australia back in the 70's and 80's', that's if anybody is interested ----------

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Posted by Straycat1911 on Sunday, August 25, 2019 9:22 AM

Graham, I been driving a truck in America for about twenty years and I got NOTHIN that’ll beat those stories.  

My hat’s off to you, sir.

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Posted by Graham Green on Sunday, August 25, 2019 6:08 PM


Graham, I been driving a truck in America for about twenty years and I got NOTHIN that’ll beat those stories.  

My hat’s off to you, sir.



Glad some persons are enjoying this lot, you got to remember that Australia's highways were never up to the standard of Americas highway system, ( still aren't even today )  we had major highways that were graded dirt in the 1970's. A lot of distance to cover with NO money to pay for sealed roads, so we had to make do with what we had back then.



Here's something that was rather funny at the time, it was absolutely and TOTALLY unintentional, but what a spectacular result.

Northbound from Moree and the highway used to have a lot of causeways/floodways instead of all the bridges that are there now. Building a causeway was a heck of a lot cheaper than building bridges, so you just got used to these concrete dips in the road scattered all down the highway.
A large band of clouds had deposited a heck of a lot of rain around that area, and these causeways were loaded with water, some a tad deep, others not so deep.

The old "rule of the road" back then, was if it's bigger than you, you back off, the big 'un's get right of way “ALWAYS”, all the locals and regular users of the highways, understood the reasons for this unwritten rule.

Just up near the halfway point between Moree and Goondiwindi, just Sth of Croppa Creek,  was a series of these causeways and they were all loaded with water.

Anyway, coming up towards the last causeway, I see a Southbound Mercedes car approaching this causeway and he started to slow down, good, he's giving me the go ahead on this lot of water and I never even lifted my right toe, just kept it flat and headed on towards this large stretch of shallow water.

This south bound Mercedes had slowed down a tad, but, now he was trying to beat me across this large puddle, well his timing was WAY OUT. It's now far too late for me to back off, so he's about to get his car washed real quick.

He'd driven straight into the water and was in this puddle, when I hit it at full noise. I noticed that it was an 'old codger' driving this Mercedes and it had a Canberra rego plate on it, his missus had one of those ‘up in air’ beehive hairdo's, think about the TV show - The Simpsons -, 'Marge' has a blue beehive hairdo.
Anyway I notice all these little things as I head into the water, I now got a BIG bow wave coming of my front tyres, it's about 4 feet high and being thrown sideways about 10 feet, rather 'kool' looking at this wave in the mirror, l Iook back up front and see this 'old codger' is frantically trying to wind his door window up.

Well, he was just a tad 'too late', as we passed in this big puddle I reckon about 20 gallons of water went straight into that open window from the wave I was making, I take a quick look in the mirror and he's now vanished in this wave of water that the truck and low loader are making.

As I come out the other side, I can now see the car in the mirror, he's stationary in that large puddle, I must have swamped his motor with that bleedin' great wave I was making, as well as dumping all that water into his open window.

I take a quick look at his 'missus', and that big beehive hairdo just ain't no more, it's now looking like wet string, hanging straight down from her scalp and down to her shoulders, not only did the 'old codger' got a bath, his 'missus' got one too, boy, that wave must have been like a fire hose aimed at that open window.

I couldn't stop laughing at what had just happened and I thought to myself, that bloke will definitely give way to anybody and everybody, when he gets to the next flooded causeway.



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