"Looks like a pet store massacre" was a great line. When the poplar slashings filled up with snow, still hunting snowshoe hares with a scoped .22 and a couple of buddies was about as much fun as I was allowed to have here. We did that hopper hunt every year with some guys from work and I sure miss those days. Not the work, the hopper hunt with the guys.
My other auto is a .45
The bitterness of poor quality is remembered long after the sweetness of low price has faded from memory
When the poplar slashings filled up with snow, still hunting snowshoe hares with a scoped .22 and a couple of buddies was about as much fun as I was allowed to have here. We did that hopper hunt every year with some guys from work and I sure miss those days. Not the work, the hopper hunt with the guys. 