Air Arms Galahad Part 2
(The Return Of The Beast)
I just cant get away from it no matter what other rifle I use, it matters not weather its an old world springer or a modern Daystate nothing but nothing fits me so well or puts vermin in the bag like an English Made Air Arms air rifle, although I am very attached to my Walther RM8 air rifle especially for rat shooting with a NiteSite on top of her, but the Air Arms rifles are always my first choice, I don’t know what it is they just fit me like a glove or my favorite pair of slippers, for as I mount each of the Air Arms I just get that ahhhhhhh ever so comfy feeling of balance, for this is where for me man and gun become one.
Now lets get on with why I am here, I have under titled this one The Return Of The Beast, the reason is this rifle is sheer Beauty in all her glory, as sweet on the eyes as the parlor maid coming out of the cattle house on a frosty morning carrying the milk churns for the calves morning feeds, her white blouse catching the wind as the early morning sun glistens across her amble bosoms, with her long golden locks running freely down over her shoulders, and no I am not going to tell you were this farm is before you ask, The Galahad is a thing of English beauty but holds a darker secret too, for she has a Beast inside her as deadly and accurate as the venom and strike of a rattle snake, much like the parlor maid I speak of as she is a feisty lady too.
I started off shooting from the truck in the silage pits, it was not long before the corvids and pigeons started dropping in to feed and pooh over everything, this was why I was here for its not so much all the food they eat its the disease from what they pooh over that causes more damage here, shot after shot this Galahad whispered out packing a mighty punch on target in a good wind, I would like to say I hit every one of them but alas I am human and the weak link in this man and gun chain but a 95% kill rate will do for me.
I snook around the cattle yard towards an oak tree were I saw a squirrel, I stalked in nice and close about 30 yards, the squirrel was sat right in the crook of a branch eating something, I dropped to my knee lined up the cross hairs and squeezed the trigger, thwack as the pellet sailed true and the sound of a cricket ball hitting the bat was heard, the farm manager came over saying I heard that I think you got him, me and the lads were watching you, I must admit that was a sweet little shot and I was rather chuffed with that shot, I finished that hunt with a pile of mixed corvids and pigeons and a bonus tree rat, Still that cocking arm irritates me though as you will see in the video you got to make sure you don’t accidentally touch it or it springs down and wont fire.
By The Ole Hedge Creeper