years ago my then son in law, originally from california, was on a ridge overlooking a watertank. he yelled he had spotted a really long buzztail. i yelled back kill it. he didn't and proceded to follow it as it worked it's way down the hill towards me. when it got in range i did the six shots of 12guage. He asked me why i killed it? well, if i hadn't, it could bite the cows and horses coming into to drink, or next year when we were walking the area, maybe one of us.
i think kalifornicators are all alike.
Last edited by RoninPhx; 09/11/19.
