Monday, December 8, 2008

Wheat... lots of wheat... fields of wheat... a tremendous amount of wheat...


Six shots were fired, four quail and a cottontail rabbit narrowly escaped death while one quail met his maker. Several miles both horizontal and vertical were traversed and one of the three didn't fire his weapon at all. Not bad for our first time out in several years. In the end everyone, especially the dog, had a good time even though the museum that looked like Jabba's crib was closed. Off to work for the next few days and then a 40th birthday party in Las Vegas with a crew of dangerous pirates and gadflys. No good shall come of this but the photos might be worthwhile.

Peace out, bitches!

3 comments:

savannah said...

more pictures, please! use email!

(the old man is laughing over one quail)

captain chaos said...

We aren't that good anymore apparently. Next time...

savannah said...

he wants to organize a hunt out here next year...you know chef robbie would cook...i'm jes sayin