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Not really knowing your DOPE and shooting at a moving target, hoping something will hit… somewhere… Nice video though, and I do appreciate the efforts put into it. It’s probably just me, but made me cringe.

As I trundled the Jeep past the estate’s tenants’ cottage, I spotted Ian, the tenant, making a rather hurried dash to intercept me. It was the kind of determined shuffle you only see when someone has urgent news or they’ve just remembered they’ve left the kettle on. I brought the Jeep to a halt...

I’m curious about what happens to your kills once the dust settles. Do you burn it, bury it, or give it a new purpose? Here in the UK, we enjoy rabbits and wood pigeons (and my personal favourite, collared doves, though they’re now off the legal menu). Some folks eat squirrels, but not me—I...

So there I was, tiptoeing along the hedgerow, sneaking through the dawn mist like a right ninja on a mission. My destination? The rabbit warren, naturally—trying to bag a plump coney for the pot. A flock of redwings appeared, flitting about in and out of the blackthorn. They probably just...

Alfie, my over-enthusiastic Labrador, had been under house arrest for a week, recovering from a minor cyst removal that, in his mind, might as well have been major surgery. To him, it was akin to being imprisoned, and he had the dramatic sighs to prove it. So, naturally, the moment I strutted...

Two horses eye me suspiciously as I trudge up the paddock. They know me well enough, but today, I'm clearly up to something—unusually laden with not just my air rifle and gamebag, but a ridiculous rotary bucket seat slung over my shoulder. I’m slipping and sliding through the mud like a B-list...

When I decided to welcome a Labrador into my life as my trusty airgun sidekick, I had visions of a classic gundog—one who would stand sentinel, mark, and retrieve with the grace of a seasoned professional. I certainly wasn’t expecting a furry dynamo with a predilection for chasing anything that...

Hi, folks! If you’re keen on a dash of history and fancy diving into the tale of the legendary Venom Arms—those wizards of tuning and customization—I’ve spun their story over on my blog. Plus, I’ve thrown in some cheeky articles about the Mach 1 and 2 rifles, along with the infamous Lazaglide...

As Friday’s meeting trudges along like a slow-motion car crash, I find myself gazing out the window. Grey clouds are hurtling across the sky with a bit too much enthusiasm for my liking, heading towards the setting sun as if they've got a dinner reservation. Inside, my colleagues are droning on...

After a good bit of fun doing some proper pellet testing with my HW97K .177 sub12, I’ve discovered something rather amusing. When I first got it, around 12 years ago, it was seemingly only fond of JSB 8.44gr pellets—or so I thought. But I reckon the real issue back then was probably my...

It’s a lovely sunny morning and I am using what I reckon is one of the best methods for bringing gray squirrels within range of the air rifle: a peanut feeding station. As usual, I set this station up a few weeks ago and, for the first couple of weeks, I didn’t shoot at it at all. I just kept it...

Hello everyone, New here , just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Paul—classic spring-powered airgun lover and pest controller from the charming countryside of Somerset, England. This looks like an awesome forum. My son convinced me to dive into the forums and social media to connect with...

I’m embracing the old-school vibes tonight, taking a shot at some rabbits with a lamp instead of modern night vision. Just like the good old days, learning the art of lamping from the countryside veterans. Sure, it might not be as stealthy as the latest night vision tech, but there’s something...