I think you live next door to me. ;)
No one lives next to me. ;-)
I think you live next door to me. ;)
I live next door to a grain elevator served by railroad tracks, so mostly when I touch off a round, it's a .22 at a grain-stealing mouse, sometimes a rat. Occasionally, I have to make do with the handgun I carry, so other nearby neighbors are used to that.
However one evening last year we had a whitetail dear- in season- wandering down the RR tracks between the light of the full moon reflected atop the shiny steel rails. I had the choice of a couple of my rifles out the back door, but happened to use my son's .303 SMLE. Worked fine.
Only shot so far this year: a .22 through three paint cans in a row so I could blow the pressure out of them, recover the agitator balls [slingshot ammo for stray neighbor dogs, coons and possums] and then pitch the empty cans in the burn barrel prior to recycling. But the year is young.
I think you live next door to me. ;)
I live next door to a grain elevator served by railroad tracks, so mostly when I touch off a round, it's a .22 at a grain-stealing mouse, sometimes a rat. Occasionally, I have to make do with the handgun I carry, so other nearby neighbors are used to that.
However one evening last year we had a whitetail dear- in season- wandering down the RR tracks between the light of the full moon reflected atop the shiny steel rails. I had the choice of a couple of my rifles out the back door, but happened to use my son's .303 SMLE. Worked fine.
Only shot so far this year: a .22 through three paint cans in a row so I could blow the pressure out of them, recover the agitator balls [slingshot ammo for stray neighbor dogs, coons and possums] and then pitch the empty cans in the burn barrel prior to recycling. But the year is young.