Worked an almost 12 hour shift at the driving range yesterday, so slept in and didn't hit the woods till 8. My main objective was to place a camo'd milk crate in a strategic spot, and then look for my lost pellet pouch. If I get a shot, great, if not, concentrate on finding that pellet pouch.
In no time at all I jumped one that was feeding on the ground, and was given a 20 something yard shot as he hopped up on a trunk to check me out - POP - wtf? that was a hit, but he's running up, no back down, POP - ok, two shots to nails this one, hmmm ...
So I glanced at my gauge, set up to reflect my reg pressure - WTF - 1300 psi, reg is set at approx. 1800 psi - Mr. Potato Head here forgot to topped off -
On a positive note, after searching at least 30 minutes, decided to call it a morning, only to walk right up on my pellet pouch in a completely different patch of woods
Vines
In no time at all I jumped one that was feeding on the ground, and was given a 20 something yard shot as he hopped up on a trunk to check me out - POP - wtf? that was a hit, but he's running up, no back down, POP - ok, two shots to nails this one, hmmm ...
So I glanced at my gauge, set up to reflect my reg pressure - WTF - 1300 psi, reg is set at approx. 1800 psi - Mr. Potato Head here forgot to topped off -
On a positive note, after searching at least 30 minutes, decided to call it a morning, only to walk right up on my pellet pouch in a completely different patch of woods
Vines
