During a rash of mice in the house I had set out a group of spring traps. Wife wakes me up in the middle of the night - sounds like the ghost of Christmas past is dancing the Rumba in one of our under-eave crawlspaces. Turns out a trap had caught the poor bugger by the leg and he couldn't get through a knothole that he clearly thought was his passage to safety. I grabbed my then-new Disco and it took ~3 (I don't recall exactly) shots to connect due to close proximity and having to guesstimate holdover... Fortunately the house, built around 1940 and sheathed with 1" tongue in groove, easily absorbed the .22 pellets with no ill effect.
GsT
GsT
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