Today was pretty much the day from Hell at work. So at 5PM, I abandoned any hope of finishing up everything that had to be done and having tomorrow off. Never happens much anymore anyway, and so I resolved myself to working tomorrow, and came on home. After changing, I decided to grab the last hour or so of good light and do a bit of shooting with the new Diana 48 / .20 cal. Out to the back yard with my rifle, my tripod rest, seat, chrony, a bag of weighed pellets, my digital scale, my laser range finder, a stack of targets, my log book and pen, and some late afternoon refreshment. I am happily plugging away, shooting strings of .20 cal pellets, checking velocities vs. weight on a bunch of different pellets, re-zeroing, and shooting 5-shot groups. Lots of good data in the notebook, but that's for a later time in a different forum. So here is TEC, the gear hound techno geek, spending quality time with the new shooter. After about an hour of steady shooting, when I walk down to change a target, I look over and maybe 5 yards to the right of the target sits a rabbit, watching me. OK. So I change the target, turn, walk back, sit down, load up, and look down range, to the right. Yep -- still looking back at me. The last three shots I fired were weighed JSB Exacts that hit the pie plate target in a 1 inch group at 7:00 / 5 inches from the bull's eye. OK. Centered on the head, then hold over about 5 inches an just a bit to the right. WHACK! But I confess I missed the fuse box and connected with the pump house at about 810 fps (no this shot wasn't over the chrony). Either way, this little bunny picked the wrong time and place to be a spectator.
