GOING ROGUE
The first airgun I ever picked up as a teenager was my mate’s BSA Meteor, and while the local vermin population – or our own familiar adversary, the barn door for that matter – had very little to fear, that all changed with the arrival of two further BSA thoroughbreds. I went for the Mercury and my buddy the Airsporter, the former staying with open sights, while the latter carried a then-modern 4x32 Tasco scope.
My mate lived on a smallholding on the Staffordshire/Shropshire border and with other family members owning adjoining farms we had plenty of land to roam freely with our two BSA classics.
Warfarin was in abundant use on the farms at that time, so rats were
