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dB Drag Feldjaeger wrote:
You dont know whats under you yard
The dog is a older one it seems. Maybe he lives there earlier??

pretty sure he's from a few houses up. My neighbor from across the street grew up here (25 years old) he mentioned A LOT of the last owners who've been in and out, a big time meth dealer being one. but the guys never had a big rotty it's been up the street forever but only recently have they been letting it roam free for days on end...

It hasn't been back in my yard that I've noticed so the pellet pistol worked even at very low power due to the empty co2. I actually tried to shoot a soda can at 5' and it didn't go through one side so it was pretty empty. my spring drive airsoft goes through one side at that range and it's an $11 walmart job lol. so it was really low velocity while shooting at the dog so I don't feel bad. I think the weight of the pellet was more than the plastic bb so he knew the caliber was going up from the last time I shot him so great luck so far since
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