Since the weekend of the fourth, we have been putting in long days cleaning up from the flood. This big fellow came boiling out of a debris pile yesterday evening. Out hunting I leave them alone, but here on the place with dogs and in this case Mrs. Red Leg standing twenty feet away, we put diamondbacks down when we see them. While Nancy beat a somewhat hasty and expletive laden retreat, I managed to pin him with the grapple on the tractor and then applied two rat shot loads to the business end.



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