So I was driving next to a woodline on the nursery the other day...
I had been keeping an EYE out for squirrels on this particular stretch of road. The Eagles song "Lyin' EYEs" was playing on the radio as I rounded a corner and came EYEball to EYEball(20 yards or so) with a squirrel who had murder in his EYEs. I quickly reached for my trusty .177 Crown Tact Compact, which was folded up and sitting on my front seat with a full mag in it. I knew that I only had seconds before he charged me and tried to claw my EYEs out(or run off into the woods). I didn't bother to unfold the stock, but instead propped the gun out the window of the truck and put my my EYE to the scope. I knew this was pretty close to my zero distance, so no need for much holdover. Looking through the EYEpiece of the scope, I could see that he was already EYEballin' me hard and looking crossways at me.
As I put the crosshairs between his EYEs, I believe I heard him squirrel-bark an insult that my mamma was cross-EYEd(or something like that). So I pulled the trigger and unleashed .177 hell on his a**.
At 20 yards, the squirrel's poorly armored forehead was no match for the "red-EYE" 8.44g jsb freight train moving at 860 fps. THWAKK! A tell-tale sound of a solid headshot. The subsequent slumping over meant that there would be no need for a follow-up shot. The "headshot flippity flop" dance that he did a couple seconds later was a sight for sore EYEs.
Upon getting closer, I saw the pellet entered straight between his EYEs and didn't exit. However, it musta caused a lot of damage inside his melon because of the bleeding ears, nose, and of course, the bug-EYEs. This should give you a bird's EYE view of it:
I gotta hand it to him though, apparently as his last great act of defEYEance, he managed to give me the stink-EYE
I believe his name was.... Mr. Eyeball.
I had been keeping an EYE out for squirrels on this particular stretch of road. The Eagles song "Lyin' EYEs" was playing on the radio as I rounded a corner and came EYEball to EYEball(20 yards or so) with a squirrel who had murder in his EYEs. I quickly reached for my trusty .177 Crown Tact Compact, which was folded up and sitting on my front seat with a full mag in it. I knew that I only had seconds before he charged me and tried to claw my EYEs out(or run off into the woods). I didn't bother to unfold the stock, but instead propped the gun out the window of the truck and put my my EYE to the scope. I knew this was pretty close to my zero distance, so no need for much holdover. Looking through the EYEpiece of the scope, I could see that he was already EYEballin' me hard and looking crossways at me.
As I put the crosshairs between his EYEs, I believe I heard him squirrel-bark an insult that my mamma was cross-EYEd(or something like that). So I pulled the trigger and unleashed .177 hell on his a**.
At 20 yards, the squirrel's poorly armored forehead was no match for the "red-EYE" 8.44g jsb freight train moving at 860 fps. THWAKK! A tell-tale sound of a solid headshot. The subsequent slumping over meant that there would be no need for a follow-up shot. The "headshot flippity flop" dance that he did a couple seconds later was a sight for sore EYEs.
Upon getting closer, I saw the pellet entered straight between his EYEs and didn't exit. However, it musta caused a lot of damage inside his melon because of the bleeding ears, nose, and of course, the bug-EYEs. This should give you a bird's EYE view of it:
I gotta hand it to him though, apparently as his last great act of defEYEance, he managed to give me the stink-EYE
I believe his name was.... Mr. Eyeball.
