It was ~43.5 degrees here yesterday with a strong breeze; not really all that enjoyable.
Kinda like living in a fan-forced oven.
Being a Sunday, and it being the worst drought ever experienced, there isnt much going on, and so a pretty quiet day.
After I'd had a cuppa mid-afternoon, I wander back into my office.
As I go to sit down, I see a freaking Micro-Pig; trotting towards the corner of the house!
He's roughly heading in the direction of where I had a sprinkler running earlier; I suspect he's going to find a cool spot to weather the baking heat.
Roddy's brain goes to mush...
Do I let loose the venerable Ruger Precision? (.308) - seems a tad overkill for such short range..
Do I let loose the trusty Exploding Rabbit Gun? (also .308) - also seems a tad overkill.
Do I fire up the Krico .243? - Hmm....
Does the new CZ 455 get to claim it's first porcine scalp (.17HMR) - havent yet finished the NV scope sight-in - but likely good enough for this.
Do I fire up the Tikka 7mm? (hasnt been sighted in since the scope rail replacement, but not likely to be a problem at this range.
Do I simply flash up the venerable Marlin 336? (.30-30) - still got that overkill dilemma happening...
Or do I go for broke and blood the .45-90 High-wall? (SERIOUSLY overkill, but has a fantastic giggle-factor if I hit him)
Decision, Decisions...
I know!
The likelihood of the short-range engagement results in me tottering out with the .45ACP loaded with CCI shotshells.
Roddy stalks out towards the area where the sprinkler was running, with the stealthy agility of bull in a china shop.
After carefully checking out the area, there's no sign of the Micro-Pig, and Roddy stops to scratch his head.
Where did the little bugger go?
As I'm about to turn back into the house, I look over at the base of the little Olive tree, and here's Mr Micro-Pig; watching me with some interest.
It looks like he's made himself at home in the dripper puddle that irrigates that line of trees.
Probably ~10 metres away.
Oh; What the heck....pulled the trigger twice in rapid succession.
Mr Micro-Pig utters a squeak, and trots off towards the fence to make his escape.....
...and collapses at the fence!
Woo-hoo!
This whole concept of pig-shooting while still inside your own garden; HUGE thumbs-up!
It's the little things....