Well fellers, spring squirrel season opens in the morning here. Low clouds and rain in the forecast but I’m going anyway. Can’t kill em sitting on my butt in the house.
"The whangleather ghosts of Coulter and Glass,
Boone, and Wetzel, and all the old crew,
Paused at their phantom hunting today,
And grinned down from the Rendezvous.
A boy and his rifle have come to the woods..."
Have fun; good luck; they're looking down at you. Wish I could go.
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