I think that the biggest animal that I’ve ever killed intentionally was a waterbug. Unintentionally, I ran over a cat with my car.
I’ve personally killed several deer that weighed over 200lbs. I also participated in the slaughter and butchering of cattle and hogs that weighed much more than that.
Biggest animal killed: a bird that decided the freeway lane 15 feet in front of my car would be a good place to stop and rest its wings.
Alligator, 14 feet, nine inches. Shot it with a .22 rifle, finished it with a knife. Dragged it down the canal with a boat to where I could pull it out with a backhoe. Had a “fish” fry with the tail, fed it to a lot of people, I was too drunk to know how many. I have the skull still, it’s in the living room, it’s one of my most valuable possesions. When Mrs. lanelee gets angry, she has been known to get a hammer and threaten the gator head. She knows ho to get my attention. The state record for alligators is a little over 13 feet. You generally don’t take something illegal to town and show it off,
Biggest animal I’ve ever killed was a cat I accidently ran over.
I hit a robin once.
The biggest thing I’ve ever killed intentionally (assuming putting a pet to sleep doesn’t count) is probably a spider.
The biggest thing I’ve ever actively, personally killed was a bird that flew into my grill on the parkway. I’ve assisted in more euthanasias than I really care to think about, and some of those dogs have weighed upwards of 200#. I’ve never been the one pushing the juice, though; it’s illegal in this state for a tech to perform euthanasia.
A deer, probably about 120 lbs. With any luck, I’ll get to go elk hunting this fall. While I’ve hunted elk in the past, I’ve never killed one. If I do get one, it’s going to be a hell of a lot more work than a deer.
Several large kangaroos, but out in the bush how do I know what they weigh. Maybe 200 pounds.
Game hunting: a rabbit
Pest hunting: a large dog (killing neighbor’s sheep)
helped slaughter chickens
traffic: a squirrel, but I’ve also hit a dog that survived
self defense (while cycling): a German Sheperd that I hit with a tire pump when it was chasing my bike. A lucky shot to the back of it’s head broke it’s neck. I needed 15 stitched to my ankle, too.
You’re my hero. When I tried that same move on a mutt all I did was break my pump. It did stop the dog though.
My pump was toast, but I didn’t care at the time, between the bleeding and the adrenaline.
They don’t work too well with a near 90 degree fold…
A ~30 lb striped bass.
- Tamerlane
When I was about fifteen, I used to walk downtown at night a lot. One night, I saw a lump in the road, and then the lump twitched, and in the headlight of an oncoming car I just had time to see that it was a small raccoon before the car ran over the raccoon’s rear half.
I know this was stupid. Before the next car came, I lifted the raccoon by its tail and swung it over onto the sidewalk. It barely noticed: its eyes were glassy, its muzzle had a bit of blood trickling out of it. Each breath was an agonizing whistling wheeze.
I was a pagan at that age, and I tried all the ritual I knew to save the raccoon’s life; but of course, it was bleeding internally, and no supplications to Diancecht were going to knit together its broken body. I realized this, realized that the poor creature was dying in great pain, and resolved to kill it.
My first thought was to stomp on its head: this would be quick and put it out of its misery with, I hoped, minimal pain. But I couldn’t bring myself to do that. I tried to strangle it, but after a few seconds couldn’t bear to feel its desperate attempts to draw breath past my fingertips.
Finally, I twisted its neck until it broke; then, sobbing, I carried the corpse home and made a necklace from the tip of its tail and an oak tree bud.
Daniel
I’ve killed a couple deer while deer hunting. The first was a medium-sized buck. Probably weighed around 150 lbs. The second was a doe that weighed about 140 lbs.
One of my goals is to go moose hunting out west with my 50 BMG. Now that’s a big animal. So big, in fact, that you can’t drag it out. You have to carve it up and cart it out in multiple trips…
Killed a dog a long time ago. ran over it at 120 mph. looked back it through the rear view as it gasped. :eek:
Personally speaking - a slug I found on my flowers. But it was a huge, huge slug
Have also arranged several contract-killings of spiders in the house (can’t get near enough to do the job myself)
On Purpose: Probably a two-pound catfish or something.
By Accident: I once ran over an otter late at night in rural Georgia. At least I think it was an otter; it was maybe five or six feet long.
Morally Got Blood On My Hands: Thousands and thousands of cows. Yum.
Largest was a 1,800 pound bull. Many other cattle and a bunch of hogs of lesser weights.
Largest was probably an animal of some sort I ran over one night. I’m fairly sure it was a possum, though it could conceivably have been a cat. I feel kind of bad now for not stopping to put it out of its misery (if it had any), but it was on a pitch-black country road, about ten seconds away from raining, and I was travelling around 70, and thus was about a quarter mile down the road before I consciously realized I’d hit something.