Quote Originally Posted by rondog View Post
I was picking up brass one night at BLGC with a flashlight, and two of those things came towards me snapping their jaws. They had a den in the side berm of one of the ranges. Rather pissy, they were, about me being in their yard. I just got in the truck and left, it was time to go anyway. I had no reason to shoot them, they weren't hurting me and weren't close enough to.
Now, they are a couple of tough cookies.
Livin' on the edge - in more ways than one.