After yesterday's dispatch of a nutter with the AR2078A, I realized that except for my Walther LGR-U, which is clearly above any such common tasks as pest control, the HW30s was the only one of my several air rifles that had not yet made a squirrel kill. Further, Bob Werner had been kind enough cross hatch the compression tube, de-burr the cocking mechanism and lube the rifle for me a couple of months ago. It has since been sooting very sweetly in the 615 FPS range and been re-topped with a Bushnell Trophy 4-12X 40 mm scope. A very nice little rifle saying to me "what are you waiting for?!"
So, again, this morning before my coffee, I load up a predator, and go to the back bedroom window to check out what's shaking in the tree about 12 yards away. Answer: This guys tail. But he's down the trunk, and around the corner before I can get set and shoot. OK, so now I have time to get comfortable, sit on the floor with the rifle resting on my knee and the barrel completely inside the window, and the lower half of the tree framed nicely in a 6 inch gap in the dark curtains. And wait . . . And it wasn't a very long wait, maybe 5 minutes, before the return. Better yet, he climbs right into the center of the shooting lane, then turns right, perching on a horizontal limb with a perfect profile shot. Well, at something like 12 yards with this little rifle (which I often shoot at 10 meter targets), this was a fatal move. One shot and he's fallen down and dancing. I reloaded and keep looking, but no more to be seen. When I got the cameral and went back down for the photo, though, this critter is still moving and flopping a bit, and it has been maybe 5 minutes since the first shoot. If you look closely, you will see 2 entry wounds just under the ear, the 2nd a coup de grace at close range, the first shot having been about a quarter inch too high. Oops.