So, it was walkies time. The dog was excited, my wellies were on, the rifle was on my back and pumped up. I had all but one thing. Pellets. I checked my shooting jacket and cursed. I only had 5 left (I didn't have time to buy any at the weekend). I decided to go anyway in the hope of getting a rabbit or Pigeon for the ferrets to nosh on.
As I approached the boundary of my permission, I slipped the beautiful S200 from it's case, loaded a pellet into the chamber and placed my slip behind it's usual bush. I prowled for a bit before noticing, across the other side of the field, a dying tree fu