got home from work the other morning just before first light too find some sneaky git had polished off all the bacon so gathered my gear together fetched the dog from kennel and set about catching some breakfast, after a little bit off creeping through a small patch off wood my first shot presented itself a nice woody at around 35yards side on target without a breath off wind i sent a .22 crossman slap into its head and down he came like a stone and was promptly retrieved by the old lurcher, bit more walking around and couple off unsighted spooks and a second woody landed around 15 yards just