The tides have been in my favor lately. Dropped my sixth ginger chatterbox this morning in the side yard.
Broadside shot while munching on a walnut after coaxing him further up the tree with the “warning rattle”, which is pretty easy to do by mouth. The .22 short went in and didn’t exit, but *graphic detail* popped his left lung out of the entry hole.
My lab was eager to retrieve him, which I know is a big no-no for hunting dogs but what the hell; she’s having fun!
Hopefully this is 67 less walnuts stashed in my boat and shed this fall and a $500 deductible less in wiring damage to my truck.