Yesterday, Nov. 1st, small game season officially opened where I live. What a great Day !! At Sunrise I was sneaking down a small trail in a large tract of state land down the road from my house, Gamo .22 cal 1250 in hand. The day before I decided to give the JSB Predator pellets one more try in the 1250 and low and behold they now shot nice tight bullseye groups. I think what happened when I first tried them in the gun was the fact that that was the day I tried every pellet type I owned in the 1250 and by the time I got to the predators perhaps my arms were just worn out from constantly cocking the 1250 so many times, which affected my shooting. It's the only thing I can think of. Anyway, I sighted the scope in for the predators and was now all set.
The first 2 squirrels I saw unfortunately saw me first, which gave them the edge. Try as I might I just couldn't get within range of them as they scampered throught the tree tops out distancing me as they went. I think in my excitement I was just moving to fast and making to much noise. I made myself slow down and pay more attention to my stalk through the pine forest and was soon rewarded with the sight of a large, fat squirrel feeding high in a pine tree about 60 yards away. I planned my stalk and slowly made my way through the thick brush. When I got to within 30 yards of the tree the squirrel saw me and ran to the top, clinging to a branch for cover, but he was careless and his head was exposed. I put the crosshairs between his ear and his eye, squeezed, and out of the tree fell a dead squirrel. The predator did it's stuff and I was halfway to a pot of squirrel stew.
I retrieved my trophy and went back on the stalk. About 15 minutes later, while slowly working my way down another trail, I saw a squirrel sitting on a log eating an acorn about 25 yards away. I aimed for his head but the pellet hit some twigs I hadn't noticed and the squirrel jumped off the log and started foraging on the forest floor, heading away from me but not spooked. I carefully followed him until he climbed a big pine tree that was 25 yards away and waited for a shot. Finally he presented a quartering away shot so I aimed for his shoulder, fired, and heard the predator hit home. He dropped like a stone.
I had to cut my morning short, as I had the boat hauler coming to take my boat out of the water for the winter, so I made the hike back to my truck, loaded down with enough squirrel meat for a small pot of stew. The 1250 and those predator pellets made an awesome combination, I'm so glad I gave the predators another try in the gun. I posted a couple of pics below, including a close up of the skinned squirrel that I shot in the shoulder to show that damage that the predator pellet did. The pellet blasted throught the shoulder and continued up into the neck at the base of the head.
