|Bigs, for a kill shot with an air gun, how close you figure? I've worked my butt off with one, crawling, creeping, hella stealth, but never felt I could justify squeezing one off. And, damn brilliant birds, always stayed one step ahead of me. Hmm, not sure what that says about me and stripers when I now consider it compared to me and toms: zero for many attempts and hundreds for a few handfuls. Dang; this thought is starting to depress me. Time for a beer.
always kick the scales off the rocks