So there I was, sitting in my truck on the passenger side with the door open listening to the radio (can't do it on the driver's side because of that stupid "hey dummy you left your key in the ignition" BING-BING-BING....) minding my own business with a loaded airgun on my lap when I noticed another chipmunk about ten feet away in front of the bushes. Slowly, 'click' on the red dot, 'snick' off the safety, and jumped about six inches off the seat as a brown-white blur zoomed in from my 2 o'clock. A hawk about the size of a fat crow had landed splat on my quarry. It had the chipmunk totally speared with its talons and in a split second ripped out its throat with its beak. A moment later the hawk's head swiveled in my direction having finally noticed the startled bug-eyed human (I was shaking like a French soldier). The hawk, with the chipmunk firmly clasped in one foot, hopped off on the other to behind a small pine tree where it proceeded to rip it to shreds and devour it.
Totally cool.
Score: Paul - 3, Hawk - 1
