Had nothing to do this afternoon so grabbed the .177 S1K, some superdomes and headed for the duck farm. I was surprised to find so few starlings today, just a couple of small flocks, I hope they haven't all migrated already. The only feeder they were using was in a bad spot for me and I just could not find a good ambush location within range. Managed to get 2 shots resulting in 2 dead starlings but that was it. Switched gears and decided to try and find, and sneak up on, some small woodchucks. Took a little doing but finally managed to get within 10 yards of a small woodchuck feeding near his burrow in a small patch of woods bordering one of the duck pens. Crouched down, shouldered the gun, put the crosshairs in between his ear and eye, and then ever so slowly put the safety back on and decided not to shoot him. Maybe I'm gettin soft in my old age, I don't know, but as I looked at him through the scope muching on a leaf I remember having the thought that he was just to cute to kill. I sat there for about 20 minutes just watching him feed his face, then I got up and went back on the hunt for another, not so cute, woodchuck. After another hour wasn't having much luck so headed back t my truck. As I got to the truck I suddenly saw another woodchuck, little bigger than the last one, about 50 yards away in some bushes. I loaded up with a GAMO Rocket pellet (one with the bb in the tip) which I had brought along for woodchucks and as I was trying to decide how best to stalk him he suddenly started walking straight for me. I stayed behind a big tree right in front of me and watched as the chuck waddled closer and closer to me, he seemed to be heading for another burrow just to my right that I hadn't seen. When he got to 15 yards away I stepped out, he froze. I put the crosshairs on his head, squeezed the trigger, and that was all she wrote. He never knew what hit him.
