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LoginStepped out onto the deck this afternoon and immediately saw a scrambling commotion down at HH2? Seems there was a marauding hog lurking about in the tall grass off to the side of HH2. -[Have to get on the gardener about that? :doh2:] But I digress...
Reaching into the doorway, I snatched up my rifle and turned it's attention towards HH2. I knew I would not have long to wait. About a half minute into my watch, I spied a grey head and eye peering at me from the doorway of HH2. I placed the crosshairs right between the eye and ear and touched off the shot. WHACK!! The way the sun was shinig, I actually saw the .22 projectile strike right where I aimed. So I knew No.13 was on the books.
Battling the mosquitoes, I ventured on down to HH2 and observed a furry tail jutting out from it's entrance way. I pulled him out a bit for the first photo. Yep! (Photo 2), this young silverback was up to no good! You can see he's wearing a red mask from his ear to his nose. :eyebrow:
Dave
:laf: :laf: I love it.
I love the story, I love the numbers, I love the mask. :yoyo:
Is that a donut I see down in that hole? :innocentwhistle:
Jim, I haven't reached the point where I am serving them coffee and donuts! :laf: These vermin are your typical squatters. They find a vacant residence, then set up shop without even asking! :noway:
Yeah they shoulda asked 1st!! :biggrin:
:confused: Somehow I don't think it really matters. :nono: :nono:
Quote from: HuntnCarve on July 07, 2011, 02:04:00 PM
Jim, I haven't reached the point where I am serving them coffee and donuts!
ROFLMAO! :alscalls:
Another great story, Dave. :eyebrownod: