I remember the time I killed 4 of these things with my pistol.
I remember the time I killed 4 of these things with my pistol. 2 were shredded by the other 2. I killed one, and then killed the other. I harvested one, and left the other. I went back to my base and ate the meat. (cooked, obviously.) and enjoyed my time. I even fed one piece to my carno. (He was a little grumpy.) I had a celebration at sunset. (Wich is when I fed my carno, cooked the meat, etc.) 3 words: it. Was. Cool.