« on: June 08, 2008, 01:21:29 AM »
It's a bit overcast and cool, the hard working Robins are out plucking worms from the damp grass, suddenly the avian thugs show up to crowd out my Robins. I plucked the HW50 from the rack, dropped a small handful of CPHPs into the pocket of my sweat shirt. The first gangster was strutting about in my neighbor's yard at about 35 yds. I plopped my butt down on the front porch, elbows on my knees, the HW50 at my cheek. A muffled pop broke the early morning silence and the thug dropped into the grass. The second thug made the mistake of walking about in the yard at 25 yds. Another gentle squeeze of the Rekord trigger and he joined his partner in the grass.

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The current stable, (arsenal, quiver?): BSA Lightning XL .177, BSA Sportsman HV .22, BSA Ultra .177, CZ634 .177, Daystate Harrier X .177, TAU 200 Senior .177, HW 97 .177, HW 50s .177, HW 30 .177, RWS 92 .177, Gamo 126 MC Super, Gamo Big Cat .177, AR2078A, QB78 .177, Quest 1000 .177, Beeman SS650 .177., Beeman P17 .177.
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