Depends upon what I am hunting.
It is continual open season on the mf'ing groundhog named "Grandpa"...
He is the scourge of the entire neighborhood, and has just moved back under my shed. My shed is fenced, btw---specifically to keep him out of the garden--- so now he not only is living under my shed, he is living INSIDE the confines of the garden.
For HIM I have a single-shot J.C. Higgins .22 that shoots shorts, longs, and long-rifle cartridges. He actually ducked back into his hole at the precise moment I cranked off a head shot from precisely five FEET away. Grandpa has a set of stones on him, I must concede.
There are also mirrors, have a heart traps (ya, right--like he would ever fall for that) mothballs and cell-phone communication between myself and my next door neighbor "included" in the hunting arsenal of this cagy beast.
He has good line-of-sight, but a bad angle neighborhood/safety-wise.
I keep the weapon poised by the back door. It has optics on it worth about 50 times the rifle itself, btw---I never skimp on optics...he is likely to be seen when you want that light gathering that a good optic will give ya
So, you would call that my "primary" weapon as of right now, as in Sunday, August 8, 2010
As far as the deeries go, I'll be packing my Remington model 760 30-06 with a Leupold 3-9 50. I have some weapon for just about anything, my pride and joy being my Weatherby .300 mag with a Schmidt and Bender 3-12 50 on it. You can hit the V-ring at 1000 yds with it. The trigger work was done by the Armorer for the Marine Corps rifle team( at the time).
It's no accident that the Corps has switched to Schmidt and Bender. We kept trying to tell them to do so for decades.
I'm going to get that MF'ing groundhog one of these days. I am going to stew him and serve him to my neighbors, hang his pelt on my shed wall, and post the pics here. So far he is definitely ahead, in that he has got a crapload of my tomatos, all of my cabbage, some of my celery, many of my cucumbers, the whole neighborhood's flowers...He is living with my two crimson sweet watermelons, and so help me Christ if that fat bastard lays so much as a hand on either one, I'm going to napalm my own shed in retaliation.