Hey Tuk,
I hear you on the head shots being an important trait of that gun. I treed a squirrel once, thought that I had a good kill shot. I ended up clipping him out of the tree. My dog took chase and the big Grey decided the only safe place to seek cover was inside my pants leg. Man! that thing scared the crap out of me. I think I might have invented a new dance step that day trying to shake him out and the entire time my dog was trying to get the squirrel. He was one of the best Squirrel, Chipmunkdogs alive back then. He would wait forthe bus and he knew where we were going asfast as I could get my clothes changed and grab thegun.He never quite understood what was going on when I outgrew that pellet rifle,
dang girl's.Now that I think about it, I should go down and pick a pellet rifle up again some day, nah! I could never duplicate those days, they are better memories that way. They sure made a person develop shot placement back then. I guess that we were practicing the "One Shot, One Kill" theory way back then and didn't even know it. You basically had too, because by the time you got the gun re-pumped the quarry was looong gone!

Nice meeting you,
Mike