After my wonderful morning conference calls, Penny needed to get out for a walk. So did I.
I grabbed the Sigg in 177 because it’s been my go to rifle lately.
We’re walking along the creek and I looked down, trash panda. I could tell it was a youngster. Penny’s 10 feet in front of me. I quietly tell her to stop. And stay. She does. Great dog!
Up comes the Sigg, and we do a stare down. I’m not shooting until it turns around. Just for a second it turns his head sideways to look at something that made a noise. That was the last thing that panda did. It’s funny how I don’t even think about it, the rifle just goes off.
Did I hesitate because I only had a 177 Springer in my hands? Yes, for just a moment. Then all the muscle memory came back of all the shots I’ve been making over the last couple weeks. And I was confident. I put it right on the back of his head, pulled the trigger, and he went down hard. Lights out. He did the death flop for a bit and then I put one right in his eye as a back up. He didn’t move.
The first picture is from up on top, the dead raccoon is in the middle of the picture. The next few I took we’re just getting closer and closer to get you perspective.
I retrieved the body and dropped it back into their Den. Which was about 75 yards away up the side of the creek bank.
I am so impressed with this rifle.
Mike
