I cant post much of my activity with my 1960 sheridan air rifle. It would likely tarnish my impeccable reputation on this site. As a kid I harvested more family meals then I could count. Species nobody would ever imagine were pellet gun worthy.
Stalking skills, shot placement, and the discipline needed to hold and wait for the perfect shot because a miss meant pumping and starting over. In the very europen ethnic area where I grew up the older folks all wanted rabbits and other game birds. My ability to sell as many rabbits as I could kill was unlimited.
That sheridan and I got along very well!
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When you hit the pearly gates I want to be there just to see the massive pile of dead 5hit at your feet. ( John Peyton)
