Just getting back from my Wyoming hunt, so the rifle is behind the seat. I drive over the hill and this guy is in the middle of the road. He takes off, but when he hits the ditch, about 8 sharptails flush. Now he doesn't know what to do.
He is no longer in a hurry and is hoping to get an easy meal. I pull along side and snap some shots. I thought about grabbing the rifle, but since I have my lab in the back of the truck I don't want to put this flea bag in there too.
Maybe I have lost that killer instinct.
. Nah, I am just waiting for him to give me another shot when his fur fills out.
<FONT COLOR="#800080" SIZE="1">[ 09-17-2003 15:13: Message edited by: mtmiller ]</font>
He is no longer in a hurry and is hoping to get an easy meal. I pull along side and snap some shots. I thought about grabbing the rifle, but since I have my lab in the back of the truck I don't want to put this flea bag in there too.
Maybe I have lost that killer instinct.



<FONT COLOR="#800080" SIZE="1">[ 09-17-2003 15:13: Message edited by: mtmiller ]</font>