Hunting (part 1)

These are a selection of hunting photographs taken at the end of the summer in 2008 from the ground i shoot in St Just Cornwall (home)
Be careful when shooting in fields with cattle in them. Some farmers don't like it and neither do the cattle.I'm very lucky as i shoot these fields daily and it seems as if they recognise me, other wise the mother to the left of me wouldn't take too kindly me being so close to her calf.

The first picture is the rewards of a patient shoot one early evening from Boscean Farm. Not a bad bag for the freezer.
All my quarry is used either at home or work, they never go to waste. For this trip i was using a heavy duty Weihrauch HW100 carbine with a Simmons White tail classic scope, not a cheap set up, always buy the best scope you can afford

One of each from the farm, woodies use to flock there for the spare grain but a few trips with my shooting buddy and there aren't many left. Make sure you cover your hands and face when shooting woodies, any sign of a pink face and they will fly straight past without a second look. I always carry a pair of advantage camouflage gloves and a balaclava in my bag or pocket but in the summer months it can be very hot uncomfortable to wear all the time.

Getting ready to tackle a few fields. I'm using my Air Arms S410 carbine 177 with a Hawke Mil Dot scope on this trip. I love this gun, its allot lighter than the HW100 and almost silent. Zeroed in at 35 yards and I'm ready for any rabbits or woodies that are a little careless.

Now its time to take the back way into my first field. I prepared the entrance a couple of weeks ago by cutting back some of the brambles and disposing of some of the dead twigs and branches to make my entrance silently to am excellent ambush point. The road to the left of me leads straight down the valley to the coast, a place called Kenidjack, there are a couple of houses and disused tin mines, it makes a fantastic walk but is owned by the National Trust, so no shooting or stray pellets at any time.

Like i said in the other paragraph, nothing goes to waste, so always taste your quarry for freshness, ha ha. This one was a single Woodie sat on a power line just above my head. I leaned into the hedge next to me, turned around my hat to cover my face, locked onto it through my Hawke Mil Dot and with a single shot to the head, it fell to my feet.