Got one confirmed and believe I hit another. Probably my favorite kill of all time. I made plans to take my mom out for breakfast this morning like a good son should
. Well after a belly full of a country style breakfast we headed home to talk it off. While there I noticed my great grandfathers single shot .22 was on the table with an open box of shells. Mom said she was trying to shoot the groundhogs with it but it wasn't shooting right.
I looked out the window and wouldn't you know it, there was a pup on a stump about 25yds off the deck. I grabbed the rifle, loaded up, and stalked to the rail for the shot. Not knowing if the gun was off, I aimed center mass on the little pup. When I shot he rolled off the log into the hole. I stood to reload and see another. I took a hurried shot and missed.
After waiting a while, I went to investigate with the rifle in hand and there is a little one about 25yds away. I instinctively snapped the gun up and flicked the safety and fired in one motion. The chuck went belly up instantly. Mom just laughed saying the gun barely hit my shoulder before I fired. Upon investigating, the first chuck looked to have been shot through as the bullet hole behind lined up perfectly with the chuck from the deck. Here is the trophy shot of the last one I recovered.
Grandpa's rifle is a well worn Remington model 510 target master shooting Aguila lead round nose bullets. Probably my favorite kill, because that rifle has killed just about anything you could imagine in the state of VA over 4 generations and I got my chance to add to the list. I remember shooting this rifle when my dad had to hold it steady and aim for me as a small kid
. It was always sitting in the corner at great grandpa's house by the door with a box of shells in the window sill nearby when I was a kid. It is one of the few things from him that didn't get whisked away and pawned after his death.
So great grandpa, I got another one of them damned field beavers for ya with your gun
!