Finally got to go this am, since it cooled off some. Popped one with my single shot .22, not 5 mins. after I hit the woods. One shot, straight down, but I couldn't find him in the weeds. Two hrs. later, I came by the same tree, heading for the truck. Walked under the tree from a different direction, and there laid the lil booger. He died closer to the tree, than I thought. Oh well, I'd rather be lucky than good any daygrin.


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