I got my morning coffee today and looked out the kitchen window to see a BT heading my way. I grabbed the Daisy .22SG, loaded/pumped it and no sooner than I opened the window, said tree rat kicked in the afterburner. So I fired off the pellet at my regular target popcorn can.
Then I tore down my Fast Deer for a tune. First thing I did was smooth up the rough trigger. No sooner than I did that, my wife tells me there's another BT in the yard. I grabbed the R1 and loaded a Crow Mag, followed her through my yard with the scope and waited for a clear shot. She finally stopped for a couple of seconds on top of my gate. I squeezed the Rekord and Ms nutter dropped, hung upside down on the gate for a second, then fell to the ground with only a couple of tail twitches.
No pics, unfortunately, as I had to get to her and dress her before my wife's cat got to her. The cat cleans up the gut pile for me. What a good pet.
The pellet entered the left jaw, below the eye and stopped in the right elbow, taking out carotid/jugular/trachea on it's way. I carefully removed and cleaned the pellet so I could measure it for amount of expansion afterwards. I dressed the squirrel before it even got cold. And put it in the freezer with 2 others to be made into Brunswick Stew.
The .177 Crow Mag expanded to .244" diameter. Not bad at all. This was a 20 yd shot from a bone-stock R1 that's developed a pretty bad case of twang.
I love my hard hitting .22 springers but this R1 .177 is the hand of death on these nutters. I just can't believe that my Gamo 4x32 Varmint Hunter scope combo hasn't shaken to pieces yet, and still holds zero.