Anesthetic Hallucinations

Hello/Buenos Dias Friends/Amigos,

I was recently in the hospital for a heart procedure {8 days ago}.  It went well and the Dr. told me to take it easy for 10 weeks.  What is easier than shooting chizzlers?  Bounty Hunter 6 took me to "rehab" today in Iron County, Utah.  He set up the squirrel-o-matics in the back of his truck.  He handled my rifle and backpack for ammo and peanuts.  All I had to do was load magazines and take aim, gently press the trigger while holding a steady X on the vermin stealing the farmer's profits and wait for the reaping to begin.  It was a great day at "rehab"!  We took maybe 250 - 300 profit bandits out of the field permanently.  We started reaping at 9:30 a.m. and shot until noon.  We had a great time and the wind didn't really play a factor in our shooting.  Bounty Hunter 6 was using his good ol' .17 HMR explod-o-matic Savage HB and I used my HB Savage .22 lr.  Great fun with a great guy and I actually feel better this evening.  I hope we can go to rehab again tomorrow.

In regard to the Title of this Post --   I don't drink or do drugs so the anesthetic hits me pretty hard and quick.  The anesthesiologist Dr. said he was going to give me a shot in my I.V. to calm me down and it may feel a little cold.  That is the last thing I remember for five hours until the hallucination came floating over me.  Kind of a different reaction to the medicine but kind of entertaining.  I kind of was dreaming of hunting zebras when I was coming down from my anesthetic.  Let me show you the picture.

SECRET CHIZZLER AREA. . . (51)

I tip-toed into Tonapah and found a secret entrance to area 51 for truly exotic chizzler hunting. I could only see a few creatures far off in the hazy distance.

I put on the 'stock' of all stocks and got to within 300 yards of this old herd bull chizzler exotic.  I settled in on my bi-pod and ever so gently pressed the trigger. My scope picture was maxed out. The exotic was at the very bottom of my verticle crosshair. I could just see his eyelashes at the very bottom of the sight picture.  When the rifle went off I didn't know if my shot was true. I continued my stock closer and closer assuming the animals had not bolted away.

When I got close enough for bare eyeball view I could see this old rascal laying down for the glow-in-the-dark dirt nap. What a stock, what a shot, what a beast!  My only trophy is this photo.  Just how could I explain to the armed guards about carrying out my mountable chizzler herd bull while hunting in restricted area 51?

I will never forget. The photo is my proof.