Finished all my daily errands around 4pm so decided to head to the duck farm and spend the last hours of daylight skulking around. I was gonna take the GAMO 1250 .22 "arm buster" and try to nail a G-hog, but as I looked into the gun cabinet I saw a neglected friend resting comfortably in her cushioned slot,,, my .22 Goldfinger. I haven't had her out huntin in quite awhile so I carefully removed her from the cabinet,grabbed a container of predators and headed for the farm.
When I arrived at the farm I exited the truck to see 4 starlings perched on the support wires of the old telephone pole that I shoot at all the time. Distance was 30 yards from my truck to the pole. I opened the rear door of the truck, got out the rifle, loaded a predator, set the scope to 30 yards and put the cross hairs on the bird closest to me. I moved the cross hairs up just a tad, pulled the trigger and heard that beautiful "POP". The bird did a death glide across the duck pen and into the drainage pond. I hid inside a barn for about 30 minutes but no other starlings appeared so I moved on.
I roamed the entire perimeter of the farm slowly, pausing often to look for targets, but the G-hogs were absent and the starlings that were around were far to nervous to get close enough for a shot. I decided to head straight over to the grain silos on the east end of the farm, set up a sniping position and wait for the G-hog that lives in the nearby field to present himself. I've hunted this G-hog many times before and he's always won the game but thought I'd try again.
I got all set up, partially concealed by the grain silos and their metal support beams, and waited. Didn't take long for the G-hog to show his face,,, but that's all he showed. For the next hour we played "peek-a-boo", with him coming up out of different holes and surveying the area, but he never completely came out of the hole. I had numerous head shots to take, but he was always laying in the burrow entrance and I didn't want to lose him down the hole once I shot, after all, I was looking for dinner.
Well, the game was called on account of the setting sun, and I never did get to take a good shot at him. May try again tomorrow. As I was driving out of the farm I scared up two pigeons that were pecking at the dirt road for seeds. They flew up and landed in a large tree about 30 yards in front of me. I stopped the truck, pulled the rifle out of the back seat, loaded a predator and laid the rifle across the top of the open truck door, Pulled the gold trigger and an instant later the pigeon hit the dirt road as dead as a stone. At least I went home with something to cook :)
Had to make a few stops on the way home so by the time I got home it was dark and I didn't get to take any pics, but that Goldfinger .22 felt so good to carry and shoot that next time I go to the farm I'll bring the goldfinger .22 again and hopefully will get to take some pics of her and her kills.
Jeff