"Hunting and shooting tales of adventure and excitement
Summer Varmint Hunt
We crawled to the edge of the rise, through knee-high prairie grass, convinced the barks we'd heard must be coming from a nearby prairie dog town.
We were so certain, that even though we'd been warned about the number of rattlers in the grass (due to the heavy rains) we chose to crawl once
we got close. We were on a mission. My son, PJ, had never been prairie dog hunting before. . . .
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