3:30pm I loaded the Gamo Hunter.22 and headed for the grove and after a mile walk through alittle snow I reached the treeline and set to hunting. After a short spell I spot him on the game trail out ahead of me at 30yrd's but he turn's and make's a sprint down the trail and out of sight, silently I work my way up to his fresh track's in the snow and start tracking. Time passes as I climb over downed tree's and circle brush pile's all the while keeping the track's in view and alway's searching ahead for this fella. I watch the sun slowly set and know that time is running out as I make my way to a clearing and notice that the track's lead over to an old lumber pile so I drop to one knee and at 30 or so yard's away bring up the Hunter with a Predator loaded and scan the woodpile with the scope. Sure enough there he sit's just behind a board with just his head showing over the top of it. Safety off and crosshair's on the fusebox I sent the Predator away and on impact he leaped from behind the board, flipped twice and rolled to his side and expired. I got up and brushed the snow off, stepped out some yard's and to my delight arrived at 42 yrd's. The sun was gone with just alittle twilight so I shot a quick pic , checked my watch , 6:15pm and headed home with my harvest. The Predator took out his eye and exited out the other side, can't go wrong with that. Ed
