What is the right caliber for hunting small game?

I swear, god as my witness I will one day kill warwick davis. He lives in the UK same as me and it is very easy to find where he is going to be, out with family, book signing etc. He is not a huge star so he will have no security to protect him, and I will plan and make my move. He will be waddling down the street by himself or with his mutant family and I will strike. I will pull up my hoodie and charge at him, and all it will take is one shot to get him airborne. This is not a fantasy this is a proclamation of what I will do to him within the next 1-3 years. I will run at him and with all my might throw a soccer kick right to his face, while laughing with glee as I hear his bones shatter and I see him fly through the air as I imagined he would all these years. I unfortunately will have my face covered so I will not be able to see the look of fear on his hobgoblin wife and children as I then jump into the air, arms open like an eagle, knee raised into the air and then swiftly brought down on warwicks skull with the full force of my hatred of mutants behind it. I will then crouch down and look at him so he can see the eyes of the man who did this to him theb swiftly flee the scene and disappear into the crowded city and easily without being seen.

And have sound suppressor on it without the cuck tax.

The hell is up with these midget hunting threads? OP if youre going to go to jail for leprechaun murder just do it already

.22 Hornet, quiet and doesn’t damage the meat of small game but can be used to take deer.

OP here, the pic is unrelated.
i just didnt want to post any dead squirrels or rabbits or anything which is what im going to be hunting at a buddys farm next week.
i want to cook up some rabbit stew

keeping this thread work safe was my intention

good on you op. god forbid something bad were to happen to mr. davis. this site could receive legal repercussions over that.

Imagine being a tiny little bit of a man. You wake up in the morning and throw back the napkin blanket from your matchbox bed. You almost role off and fall to your death. Feel around for the ladder with your rice sized toe. There it is. You climb down. Now you see an ant. The giant brute lumbering toward you. The smell of tiny man meat intoxicating the insect. You run, or more like you hop, towards the safety of a small crack in the wall not even the ant can fit in. Take a moment to rejoice and let your eyes adjust to the darkness. You're so small you can see every individual ray of light. Hungry from your morning adventure you decide to eat. Luckily a feast of atoms and other subatomic particles lay before you. You eat barely a third of a neutron and you're stuffed. That's when you notice you've accidentally begun to fall through the very fabric of existence. You grasp out but everything is too big to hold onto. You fall into the abyss.

It'd suck being a midge.

I'm 5'8 dude this is just my morning routine.

I'd love to kick Warwick Davis in the head. Just take a few steps run up then catch him with the full force of my steel capped toe under his chin, send that little faggot flying through the air.

As he lies on the floor, coughing and wheezing and chocking on his own blood, his jaw a mangled mess of bones detached from the rest of his skull, I stand over him and laugh wickedly. He looks up at me in fear and pain, his eyes searching, begging me for mercy. He finds none. I raise my boot then stomp down, splitting his skull like a melon and finally ending his pathetic life.

I want to watch a movie where Warwick Davis stars as a failed poet who has to teach English to troubled kids at an inner city high school. Right where it's getting to the point where the drama is ramping up and he's starting to get through to them, really showing off his acting chops, Ja'aquan says "You've taught us so much, Mr. Davis, now let us teach you" and locks the door. This will confuse the midge, as his characters name is Dietrich Henderson. Javier then gets up and empties his backpack across Warwick's desk revealing an assortment of lotions, dragon dildos, and tiny hooks and hammers. It's at this point he starts panicking because he knows that he's trapped. The remaining 58 minutes consists of brutal humiliation and hardcore interracial torture porn, and ends with a scene where Warwick is forced bodily into the bowl of a normal sized toilet so his "students" can piss and shit on him while threatening to flush him down the drain if he doesn't "eat his homework". Then right when his goblinesque cheeks are as chipmunk full of nigger shit as they can handle, Trevarious flushes the toilet anyway. He sputters feces, but can't even scream as he goes round and round the bowl, clinging to the floatiest turd like a broken mast, then, finally, down the drain.

Imagine being a hypermanlet....glad thats not me.

Glock 40, 9x25 Dillon barrel, 65gr Lehigh XDs.

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Rabbit meat is all in the back and legs. Blow it in half with a heart/lung shot and you won't lose any meat.

Okay, we get it, you paid to see "Leprechaun in the Hood" in the theater.

Personally I'd treat Peter Dinklage. It should not take much food to satisfy him and make his belly full him given his size. I would delight at the prospect of treating him and serve him a plate of delicious char siu meat, with rich, sticky sauce, perfect pancakes, refreshing drinks... go all out. Give that lovely man a banquet. Watch him greedily devour the meat. His lips, teeth, and fingers sticky with the sauce as he throws manners and decorum out of the window in a mad rush to satiate himself. Then, when he's satisfied and feels thing can't be any better, I shall reveal he has not been feasting on char siu mediocre pork but... char siu kobe beef. Yes, I will have ensured Peter Dinklage greedily gobbled up the flesh of the best meat on the market after lowering his expectations initially. As the tears of joy well up in his eyes and he refuses to believe I went all out, I shall let out a truly merry, comforting laugh and upend the contents of a box I'll have near me; packacing and recipts of the kobe beef I purchased. Though the packaging and recipts will be scrunched up, faded, and a little dirty, it will be evidence of how much I wanted to give Dinklage a good meal. That is what I would do to that little gentleman. The louder he laughs and more thanks me in pure euphoria, the louder and more merry my laughter of appreciation will become. Hell, it may just kill me because I'll be struggling to breath as I'll be laughing and thanking him so hard. I will then show the 24 minute 7 seconds footage of me purchasing the kobe beef and having a funny encounter with the butcher, which we will laugh over. This is the fate that awaits you, you wonderful, beautiful little man. Also... FUCK Warwick Davis. I'd starve him instead and feed him char siu Harrison Davis instead.

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Fresh off the boat, from boot camp, kid? heh I remember when I was just like you. Braindead. Lemme give you a tip so you can make it in this opperator sanctuary: never make pot shots like that. You got no reputation here, you got no name, you got jackshit here. It's survival of the fittest and you ain't gonna survive long in the field by using shit equipment that your little hugbox cuntsucking reddit friends would upboat. None of that here. You don't upboat. You don't downboat. This ain't reddit, kid. This is Jow Forums. We have REAL operator discussion, something I don't think you're all that familiar with. You don't like it, you can hit the bricks on over to imgur, you FPSrussia watching son of a bitch. I hope you don't tho. I hope you stay here and learn our ways. Things are different here, unlike any other place that the light of internet pop culture reaches. You can be anything here. Me ? heh, I'm a judge.. this place.... this place has a lot to offer... heh you'll see, kid . . . that is if you can handle it.

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ain't no jannie ever call me a nigger