I was going about my business this evening, when I spotted a squirrel by the feeders. I went and got the Hammerli 850, lined up on her chest at 15 yards, and sent a JSB 14.3.
WHOK! It smacked her hard, and she took off running across the yard, not looking quite right. She got under the neighbors fence and expired in their yard. I should have left her alone until the evening, but I couldn't resist and I went to get the rake to try to bring her back over. Then, I dropped the rake in the neighbor's yard and the neighbor looked out the window and saw me standing by the fence. She saw the rake, and offered to come and help.
When she got over, she let out a little yelp when she saw the squirrel laying there. She didn't know what to do. Then, she asked me how that got there? I replied that it had been tearing up my bird feeders so I shot it with my pellet gun and it ran over here and died and I was just trying to get it off their lawn.
I asked if it was okay if I came around to get it. She said yes please. So I did, and picked it up by the tail, and threw it over the fence un-ceremoniously. THUMP. She shuddered a little.
I said, "By the way, my name's Jeremy. I won't shake your hand just now, since I just had the squirrel in it. She said: "Thanks. "My name's Geraldine."
We've lived here a year and I still haven't met her yet. That was a nice introduction, eh?
Entered the left arm:
exited the right side, lower chest:
With the .22, even domes, body shots are as effective as with my .177 and expanding ammo.
WHOK! It smacked her hard, and she took off running across the yard, not looking quite right. She got under the neighbors fence and expired in their yard. I should have left her alone until the evening, but I couldn't resist and I went to get the rake to try to bring her back over. Then, I dropped the rake in the neighbor's yard and the neighbor looked out the window and saw me standing by the fence. She saw the rake, and offered to come and help.
When she got over, she let out a little yelp when she saw the squirrel laying there. She didn't know what to do. Then, she asked me how that got there? I replied that it had been tearing up my bird feeders so I shot it with my pellet gun and it ran over here and died and I was just trying to get it off their lawn.
I asked if it was okay if I came around to get it. She said yes please. So I did, and picked it up by the tail, and threw it over the fence un-ceremoniously. THUMP. She shuddered a little.
I said, "By the way, my name's Jeremy. I won't shake your hand just now, since I just had the squirrel in it. She said: "Thanks. "My name's Geraldine."
We've lived here a year and I still haven't met her yet. That was a nice introduction, eh?
Entered the left arm:
exited the right side, lower chest:
With the .22, even domes, body shots are as effective as with my .177 and expanding ammo.