I had just settled in for the evening, long day at work and got home and work in my airgun shop for a spell. So I'm standing in my kitchen, pouring myself a cup of java and as I looked out the window there he is, another nutter at the feeder's. I thought about this for a moment, the icebox is empty again so I better get after this. No time to put on any camo , just grabbed the CFX.22 and some Predators and out the door in my sweat bottom's and some slipper's hehe. As I come around the corner he spot's me and head's for the fence, up and over and out into the field. Well here I go after him, flip flop flip flop go my slipper's and over the fence I go losing a slipper in the process. All is silent as I crouch in the field looking for movement in the tall wheat and then movement out at about 30yrd's. I watched as he made his way up onto a old stump , I gess to get a better view of the predator. I slowly cocked and loaded a Predator and set the crosshair's on his head and at that moment just before my release he stood up on his haunches. I dropped the crosshair's to his side to hit the important internal's and let it fly. In a silent field one can hear the sound of a good impact and I watched as he tumbled off the stump and into the wheat. I get up and head for his local, my one barefoot getting stuck by the dry wheat and as I reach the stump I can see blood on the top and there just behind it lay's tommorrow's lunch. I grab my game and hobble back home, counting my paces, ouch!. 37yrd's and a sore foot. Found my other slipper, got over the fence and cleaned my game. Got a pic just before sunset, life is good. Ed
