My Jack Russell doesn’t quite believe my rat escapades, so this morning I took him and the pp700sa on a little walk to the local farm. He inadvertently treed a chipmunk, I took shot one missed, shot two missed, ok I’ll try one more missed... my dog is really giving dubious looks now. I say to myself you took three shots at that chipper it deserves to live, but I took that fourth shot anyway and missed. So the rest of the walk out I’m plinking and hitting what I’m aiming at all the while enduring my dogs’ snickers.
This farm field is across from the first dairy I pest at...not the one where I’m racking up the rat kills. Anyway as I’m leaving the dairy owner pulls up and want to know when I would be back to kill some rats. Told him not until Sunday the earliest. My dog gives me a look of “dude you can’t hit the side of a barn”. Good start to the day.
This farm field is across from the first dairy I pest at...not the one where I’m racking up the rat kills. Anyway as I’m leaving the dairy owner pulls up and want to know when I would be back to kill some rats. Told him not until Sunday the earliest. My dog gives me a look of “dude you can’t hit the side of a barn”. Good start to the day.