BSA R10 Mk 2 On The Hunt


OK I admit it, I’m spoilt, and I always have been. I must have one of those ‘spoil me’ faces or something, but ever since I can remember people have just given me things and I LOVE IT!

Imagine my delight when BSA generously decided to let me have a brand new BSA R10 VC in .22 as a gift in the hope that it would be more comfortable to use as a lefty, than the right handed Mk1. R10 Mk. 1 I love so much and used in Field Sports Britain’s film of me decoying pigeons (Pigeon, singular, may be nearer the truth)! I was flabbergasted at their generosity and again, felt that familiar spoilt glow.

Although having had a few photos taken with it, it was a month before I really had a chance to get out and put the beast through its paces on a proper hunting foray. So finally the day came on late October, although still in the warmth and lush green of an Indian summer, I ventured forth.

Using the excellent camouflage and utter stealth offered by the Jack Pyke English Woodland Field Trousers and Long Sleeve T-Shirt along with the R10’s own fantastic Woodland pattern, I decided to first head for a copse of trees and a feeder that Mr. Nutkins had started taking a far to stronger interest in, for the local Gamekeepers liking.

BSAIGetting quietly in to a comfortable spot I could already hear the screeching of two angry males and the crash as they chased each other through the canopy, fingers crossed they’d be heading in my direction. A few minutes more and I could see them through the still heavily leafed branches above, not for long but a dash here and there. I started to track them through the scope and was really pleased to find how manoeuvrable in the undergrowth of a copse, the R10 still is. It might have upgraded internals but the balance and reassuring weight was spot on.

BSAIIThe first squirrel stopped, I took aim, breathed out and took up the first stage of the excellent, match grade trigger, set perfectly straight from the box for my taste. I held my breath and released the second stage. A faint phut, a slight ping from the hammer spring and a familiar rewarding crack as the Air Arms Field pellet hit home and the squizzer dropped. Not a moment to waste, I pulled back the bolt with its smooth action and pressed forwarded another pellet flawlessly from the excellent magazine to the breech. Such a simple thing yet so delicious and delightful to do with a PC of this quality.

About 10 minutes more and Nutkins two finally braved a manoeuvre having taken refuge in the crook of a branch. Up went the R10 again and I was tracking him along the bow of a larger tree.

Again, the R10 sent a regulated puff of 11.3 ft. Lbs of compressed air through its magnificent internals and the second squirrel was in the bag.

I decided to head back to the car for a well earned drink and a thought on the R10 Mk.2.

BSAIIII have read an awful lot of reviews, many positive but with a small yet loud minority of negative minded souls, who I believe simply haven’t tried it. The R10 Mk 2, in the field, which is where it counts, performed flawlessly. The dynamics of the Mk 1 are all there, which is what I fell in love with previously, but with the ambi stock on the woodland model, along with the more solid feel of the gun and the excellent new magazine it simply feels better. Some out there simply don’t like a buddy bottle fed airgun, but for those that don’t suffer this weird stigma, the R10 will deliver, tine and time again over its 180 shot count and leave you wanting more. I love it almost as I love being spoilt!