Outdoor bug zappers... Drop some knowledge on me.

[PMB]

My property is on a lake

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[L_O_G]

Uhh ya I like to swim, boat, and eat trout out of that lake. LOL

[PMB]

It was meant as humor.

The advice about placing the zappers away from you is right on. They do work, but placing them too near draws them into you.
Bug zappers fed the fish in my pond.
Before we moved to Montana I had a small light mounted inside the squirrel cage of a fan and a discharge down to the water surface. The fan and impact with the water was enough to keep most of them kicking around on the surface until a fish finished the job.

[L_O_G]

Yes I know, my response was the same

[AR15L]

https://seattle.craigslist.org/see/grd/6192851519.html

[STED9R]

We had those things when I was a kid. We lived in the woods, seriously in da woods. Our closest neighbor was a Mike away an 22 miles from town.
We had them on all four corners of the house, and one on the deck. Those damn thing zapped non stop in the evening hours. Took a few years, but when I first heard a shorting high tension power line, it sounded exactly what all those bug zappers did.
Can I say they helped? Well no shit they helped, 5 zappers going full bore sounding like shorted power lines was killing bugs. Bugs that either died before biting me, or after.
Had to keep unplugging the one at the corner of my room as I couldn't sleep not only with the noise, but also the flashing light show.
If they're zapping an killing, they are helping!

[funugy]

if it is just mosquitoes that are the problem I'd say invest in one of these

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01CKLLOXS?ref=emc_b_5_i

they cost quite a bit, but are worth the money if you have a bad mosquito problem.

[Captain90s]

Fun story involving a bug zapper.

When I was a kid, my grandparents owned a house down in Sanibel Island, FL. The house is still in the family, after their deaths, but that's a different story.

This house shared a backyard pond with several neighbors. It also shared the pond with "George", a 6 foot gator who lived back there. George was generally harmless, there'd never been any reports of missing animals or attacks on people, just a general rule of thumb "don't go near the pond". That was George's house, and everyone just kind of accepted it.

If you've never been bit by a Florida mosquito, it's kind of like being attacked by a hobo with a needle, only the hobo is screaming EEEEEEEEEEEEEE the whole time. So Grandpa went out and bought a heavy duty bug zapper. It came with a pole about five feet tall to hang it on. So Grandpa sets this up on the deck (which, like most houses in the area, is elevated against hurricane season flooding), and thought nothing of it.

That evening, we fired it up. Thing was great, nice quiet electric hum and a gratifying BZZZT with flash of light every time it fried one of Satan's Skeeters. We were enjoying the evening, grandpa was on his third or fourth beer, and I on my fourth or fifth orange soda (I think I was like 8 or 9 at the time), when suddenly Gramma lets out a yelp and scrambles up from her chair.

George is about 3/4 of the way up the stairs and still coming. Slowly, but inexorably, he's climbing up to the fucking porch! My grandparents hurried me inside, and we watched. George reached the porch, crossed directly to the pole that held the bug zapper, and smacked it with his head. A 6 foot gator's head is a pretty effective bludgeon, and the zapper came crashing down almost immediately. This gator then proceeds to fucking bite the zapper! Just one big chomp. Now, the zapper most certainly got George with a jolt (we saw the flash), but he also most certainly broke the shit out of that zapper. He chomped it once or twice more.

George hung out on the porch for another fifteen minutes or so, with us watching in fascination the whole time. Eventually, assured that his enemy was dead, he left, and went back to his pond. We came back out on the deck to look at the zapper. This thing was just fucking shattered. Completely beyond repair. No real further damage, aside from a few scuffs and scrapes to the deck. Sure as hell made for an exciting night, though.

The next day, Grandpa bought a nice sturdy gate for the porch steps.... and a shit load of citronella candles.

[Mr. Q]

When I was stationed in Alaska, I has one of those propane mosquito traps. The only thing that worked without talking a bath in 100% deet. I don't remember it being as expensive as that model posted above.

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[deadshot2]

A friend of mine had two camping sites near Easton, just south of I-90. Every year we'd go there and use his place as a base of operations for our dirt bike expeditions in the hills between Easton and Yakima.

In the evening we'd sit around the campfire and drink copious quantities of Tequila to sooth the aches and pains in our bodies from falling down hills and getting pummeled by the dirt bike that was tumbling right behind us.

After a trip or two and getting eaten by the evening "bug force" he went out and bough a huge zapper from the local Co-Op that was large enough to clear a Dairy Farm of airborne pests. Mosquito's caused lightning "cracks" and larger bugs like yellow-jackets "sizzled" and "screamed". After we got drunk enough we watched the "zapper" as it it was a HD TV with realistic sounds and smells.

When we left to go home the "zapper" got emptied of all the bug skeletons and packed in the storage shed. I'm not so sure that it attracted bugs as much as it was so large it just nailed them as they flew by. Either way, it worked. It was expensive though. About the size of a small water heater and heavy as crap.

[deadshot2]

When I was stationed in Alaska, I has one of those propane mosquito traps. The only thing that worked without talking a bath in 100% deet. I don't remember it being as expensive as that model posted above.

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When I traveled in AK I wasn't as bothered by the mosquito's as by the freaking flies. They seemed to be as big as small birds and rather than just buzzing around your head and poking you, they would try to bite off a chunk of your flesh then fly away with it to consume it somewhere else. I spent a month in Tok one day and between the flies, heat, and mosquito's, spent more time swatting and sweating than getting any work done. You haven't lived until you stand outside trying to talk to someone and literally can't see their face clearly because of the swarm of mosquitos and flies around both of your heads

[Guntrader]

Last time I was in Woodland, ME the black flies were so thick you had to clean out the bug zapper almost every day.