Home Forums Hunting & Shooting Hunter's Campfire Ran over black hornets nest bush hogging

I found that out the hard way who tf would think yellow jackets would be out at 11pm

Been painting my house and I seen some black Wasps.
Never seen them before
They were making a nest up under my Eave .
So they are probably not the same as the ones you guys are talking about.

I took the pressure washer to them maybe only 4 or 5 a week ago.
I went out today to do some more painting before the rain came in.
Ya go figure Rain in Southern Commyfornia.

and those black wasps were back again.

They left me alone so I left them alone.
I do not go on that side of the house much so they can live until they come after me then they will be gone real fast.
I was told that Wasps et Mosquitos. If they do I would rather have them than the Mosquitos because they eat up my girl real bad.

Im headed back out in a few to bush hog some.

Or as some northern phaggots call it “Brush hog”

Wtf

Ground hornets killed our Dachshund. Stung him enough his kidneys shut down according to the vet. Glad I'am not allergic to the stings.

One dude from New Yawk does his bushhoggin with his steel toes!

Im only an occasional visitor to this campfire. So I’m not keyed in on what that is a reference to.

Must be a helluvah dude

Saw the rear tire run over it was in bail out position after I saw the swarm been diverting around it paper nest on the ground I’ve had 50/50 success with night time napalm runs on yellow jackets how would you proceed?

The guys in the field baled up a nest of bumble bees (probably on purpose, the bastards). The bees took great umbrage at this, but they realized that the perpetrators would be beyond their reach once they disentangled themselves from the hay. Given this, they delayed their counter assault for when the bale in question had taken its ride up the elevator into the barn where it became the responsibility of the poor fool up there attempting to not die of the heat while he was filling his respiratory system with dust and chaff. At this point, the poor fool became aware of something poking at his ankle. A quick inspection revealed that the ankle in question was covered with furry yellow and black bodies. It was at this point that the pain kicked in. A medical conference was held and the conclusion was that the ankle should be soaked in the somewhat cool water of the stock tank. By the end of the day, the ankle had achieved impressive size. A good night's rest resulted in the owner of said ankle being completely unable to stand on that foot. Ah, the memories. (For this, and other reasons too numerous to list, I hated, and continue to hate, baling)