Got off work this afternoon at 3 pm and raced home to get changed into my hunting clothes. This week was so busy and hectic at work I really needed to get to the duck farm and do some pest shooting to relax.
Got into my duck farm huntin clothes, grabbed the .177 B26-2, filled my belt pellet pouch with Tomahawk pellets, and raced over to the duck farm.
Parked the truck and as soon as I got the gun out of it's case saw a starling land on a branch of a dead tree 40 yards away. Dialed the AO on the golden antler scope to 40, put the crosshairs on the birds chest and squeezed the trigger. "Thwap",,, first kill of the day fell to earth.
I decided to slowly still hunt around the edges of the farm and look for targets of opportunity. About 30 minutes into the hunt I managed to get within 30 yards of some birds raiding a grain feeder. Put the scope on a large dove standing on the edge of the feeder and squeezed. The tomahawk slammed home with a smack and the bird fell dead. I was in a good spot so I just hunkered down and waited. 5 minutes later the doves came back. Went through the same routine as before and dove #2 was down. 5 Minutes after had dove #3 down. Decided to move to another location so I retrieved my kills and moved on.
Got to the far end of the farm and managed to sneak within 50 yards of a large crow in the top of a tall dead pine tree. I usually try to keep my shots within 40 yards, but my B26-2 shoots those tomahawks like a laser so I decided to try the shot. Put the crosshairs on the crows chest, raised the scope just a tad and pulled the trigger. BAM,,, pellet slammed home. The crow did a death glide from the top of the tree, which was real high, but unfortunately his death glide trajectory slammed him into the ground on the other side of a large duck waste pond so I couldn't retrieve him for pics, but I was really satisfied that I had made that shot.
I continued my still hunting around the farm and as I rounded the corner of one of the barns I saw 2 small ground hogs feasting on grass in an area that had just been mowed. One of the g-hogs (apparently the smartest of the two) raced away non stop towards some old farm equipment. The 2nd one started running away but for some reason stopped for a split second to take another look at me. That was all I needed. The gun came up, the crosshairs went on his head, the trigger came back and the little g-hog went down for good. He was a small one, but he'd be nice and tasty and tender :)
As I was walking back to the truck I was approaching 3 grain feeders close to each other in one of the duck pens. I was about 30 yards away when I suddenly saw a good sized squirrel crawl out from the feeder and streak to the nearest tree, which was about 20 yards away. I set myself up with the sun to my back and started scanning the tree limbs trying to locate the squirrel. Had a hard time finding him, but after 5 minutes I finally glimpsed the white hairs on the tip of his tail poking around the side of a medium sized branch. I maneuvered into a good shooting position that gave me a clear head shot. Squeezed the trigger, heard the pellet slam home and the squirrel went limp, hung on with his back legs for a few seconds, then fell to the ground. I was starting to get hungry so I picked up my last trophy of the day and headed back to the truck.
My daughter took a couple of pics of me with the g-hog and squirrel,,, then I snapped a couple of pics of the the deadly B26-2 surrounded by her kills. I fried the squirrel, doves and g-hog in seasoned herb butter until the pieces were golden brown then I chowed down :)
Jeff