The last few weekends the weather has been absoultely miserable. This morning was clear and bright however this weekend is deer season and woods are full of hunters that shoot at anything that moves. So here I sit enjoying a cup of java and the dog want to go out. I go to the door and who is looking me in the eye but my arch enemy Mr. Squirrel. He scampers from the top of my garage to a near by limb within jumping distance as I stepped into the garage to get Uncle Ben Sheridian. I quickly cock and load up a JWS super heavy and step to the side door, only to be looking that same tree rat eye to eye again. I raised up Uncle Ben and let it fly, hitting the tree rat squarely through the front shoulders and knocking him off his perch. Mr. Squirrel hit the ground with out much as a twitch. Looks like squirrel melts for lunch!