My youngest son shot his first squirrel today, aged five. He’s been practicing on the speed shooting competition at his rifle club and so has become quite accurate at air rifle ranges. We set up and watched a squirrel approach the garden, then had to wait for it to stop moving for a moment before he slipped the shot. The .177 pellet fired from a BSA junior hit the Grey Squirrel in the neck, flipping it and causing fatal damage to the spine. A celebratory hug from his older brothers. We gave it a moment before sending the dog out in the rain to retrieve. As she did a Sparrow Hawk swooped into our garden, perching in the Oak before quickly deciding there was a bit too much energy about to settle. The bitch brought it back in for inspection. A little bit of blood was dripped onto the rug, but not any more mess in the house than normal.
He has asked for a Section 5 pistol now
He has asked for a Section 5 pistol now