THE FAST AND THE FURRYOUS
I’m a reasonably experienced airgun hunter, which is another way of saying that I am getting on a bit, but every now and then a challenge comes along that requires a little extra thought. I live for those days.
One of my permissions is a small stable block run by a charity that rescues, rehabilitates and re-homes abandoned horses and ponies. Rats are never far away from the horse stalls, but what they really liked was the chicken run across the yard.
A small stream behind the run acts like a roadway for the vermin who enjoy nothing more than to dine out on the chicken feed of an evening. I have shot hundreds using night vision equipment, picking my way through a maze of chicken wire and electric fence mesh to place a pellet.
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