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Ezana4CE It was with this same gun actually. A friend of mine asked me to come take care of one under his shed. He has close by neighbors so I opted to go low power instead of my .25 Dreamline. I figured "its just a fat squirrel, why not?"
Anyway, I get there and setup shop about 30yds from the shed. After waiting for a bit, thicc Alvin pops his head out from under the shed. He starts eating the grass and I line up my shot. With my crosshairs directly between his eyes, I squeezed off a shot. *THWACK* Dude takes off back under the shed. "What the...?"
I wait around for him to come back out but after an hour or so, I give up and go home.
A few weeks layer, my buddy calls me up again. "Jon, he's back. Can you come take care of it for me?"
No problem. I grab my Dreamline this time and go. I get there, setup shop, quickly zero my gun, and wait. A couple hours into it again, he shows up. He starts eating and I line up my shot with the side of his head. *THWACK!* Down he goes. He doea the typical nervous twitch/kick but he's dead on the spot. Upon further inspection, I noticed a scar in the middle of his forehead. Sure enough, that was exactly where I hit him a few weeks before. Lesson learned.