I did another drive by shooting today, but not the gang type, bad kind. I've learned to keep at least one of my air rifles in the truck, because you just never know. Technically speaking the diary isn't on the way home but most days I seem to pass it anyway. It looks good for the operator to see me down there is much as possible.
Yesterday I missed a few gimmie 26 yard shots, that I've been making a high percentage of, so I need to check the zero on the Remington Summit. This morning I took the Big Cat and put it in the truck, it hasn't been up in the rotation in a while anyway. I parked at the usual spot and only waited a few minutes before a few Starlings landed in the 30 yard tree. Load, aim, squeeze, and the first bird of the day is on the ground. I walked over and retrieved my prize then headed back to the truck. A few minutes later some more birds land on the 26 yard electric fence wire. Repeat the load aim squeeze sequence, but this time the bird takes flight in a cloud of feathers. I miss a few more from both distances. Then a Starling comes in and lands at 10 yards. He's blurry in the scope because the AO is still set for a greater distance. But at 10 yards I think I can't miss. I shoot, and man let me tell ya, a pellet striking center of mass from only ten yards is as load as the gun it comes from. Instant death, but the dang thing gets hung up in the branches on the way down. Seven or eight hits later it's finally on the ground. I should have finished with at least 6 or 7 birds but instead it was 2 down and 2 fly offs. And I mean way off, I watched them for 100 yards after the shot and they still looked healthy.
I'll post some picture later tonight, but for now I have to get my daughter and head off to meet the wife and father inlaw for dinner. I think tomorrow the 350 is up.
