CHIZZLERS beware. I brought the Supreme Commander with me to Beryl on 6-4-08 and went after chizzlers with .22 L.R.'s. She got the hang of our duty to preserve agriculture pretty fast and soon I was hearing the familiar shout "I got one!" -- over and over and over again. We shot for about two hours and she did really well. I think she saved at least two or three bales of hay that afternoon. Just as the wind started to pick up we decided to go home. I took the trophies photo just as the wind was blowing her hat off, lucky picture I guess, it sure wasn't planned.
