Life can be a little boring sometimes living on a farm. At least renting a house on a farm in Minnesota.
The owner is fed up with the rabbits and groundhogs. The rabbits kill his grape vines and the groundhogs are burrowing under one of the houses on the property.
I missed the groundhog once with the pellet gun, nice gun, crappy scope. Missed the groundhog once with the owner's Glenfield Model 60 with open sights.
I told the owner my .243 win will hit a quarter all day long at 100 yards. Won't miss, but it is significantly louder. Owner says, just get rid of it. So I did.
This morning one of the little buggers showed himself long enough for me to get my ear plugs in, slide open the kitchen window, and line up on him. My wife was watching. At first she thought I missed. I told her I don't think so, if I missed you would have seen it run away, but all it did was vanish, instantly.
The following pics are not for the queasy...
The owner is fed up with the rabbits and groundhogs. The rabbits kill his grape vines and the groundhogs are burrowing under one of the houses on the property.
I missed the groundhog once with the pellet gun, nice gun, crappy scope. Missed the groundhog once with the owner's Glenfield Model 60 with open sights.
I told the owner my .243 win will hit a quarter all day long at 100 yards. Won't miss, but it is significantly louder. Owner says, just get rid of it. So I did.
This morning one of the little buggers showed himself long enough for me to get my ear plugs in, slide open the kitchen window, and line up on him. My wife was watching. At first she thought I missed. I told her I don't think so, if I missed you would have seen it run away, but all it did was vanish, instantly.
The following pics are not for the queasy...
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