Thanks again gentlemen. Love the Woodsman. I was about to sell (or try to sell) thee of my six handguns to get one, but didn't have the heart. I had them all boxed up and everything.
My Sport Model did save my bacon one time though. I had been Fox Squirrel hunting and had a BIG one fall right into his nest when I fired. The cross hairs had been right on his head, so there I was with this enormous Fox Squirrel going to waste 30 feet above ground.
So, I leaned the rifle against a tree, moved my holster to the center of my back and started climbing the tree which was no easy feat since there were no limbs except one below the nest. (The were, however, some nubs on the tree sufficient to get a hand hold.)
When I reached a spot directly below the nest I broke off a dead branch and, holding the Woodsman in my right hand, began to gently poking the nest. It was a bit nerve wracking not knowing when he was going to fall out and what condition he might be in, but I wanted that squirrel. A short time later the nest was demolished and
no squirrel!!
Totally baffled I changed position and draped my left arm over a large limb and started looking around. Then I saw a long busy tail hanging out of a clump of leave at the end of the very limb I was hanging on to. Ha!
I took careful aim and fired. Well, something went wrong and the squirrel came charging out of the leaves directly at me! That Woodsman went in to must have sounded like full auto, but he kept coming! At the last second he leaped about 30 feet to an adjacent tree and caught the tree about five feet about the ground. He was going so fast that he went around the small tree twice before coming to a stop about 3 feet above the ground head down,
on my side of the tree.
I checked the slide and it was still forward. Having recovered from what I thought was a certain attack, I again lined up the Sport Woodsman's sights and gently pressed the trigger.
Two things occurred. The squirrel fell to the ground and lay still and my slide locked back. Whew!
I carefully slid down the tree and triumphantly approached the small tree. (after reloading)
BUT...there was no squirrel to be found!(?) After about 30 minutes of searching I finally had to give up since light was fading.
Well, I guess he'll have quite a story to tell his grand kids. "Super Squirrel"
USBP1969
