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.
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Wow, looks like a lot of fun! Makes me want to eat dutch oven potatoes and I don't know why. Jeff
Beaner's rockin' the chizzlers. Where in the world did that name come from by the way? That is awesome you guys got to spend some Quality time together. Great to have something in common like blowing up animals.:) Love ya.
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