My weapon of choice would have been a shovel. My mom uses her pitchfork on possums...sticks them to the ground to hold them in place until she can go get Dirty Harry to finish the job. She uses dad's .45 target pistol. Picture an 81 year old woman wielding that thing. The hysterical part is when she tells the stupid possum to "stay" as if it could leave.
Farm life....ahhhhh
Farm life....ahhhhh