Can you have too much fun? I doubt it.

Early in May I have been to Beryl several times to hunt chizzlers.  I have been with various of my pals and we have had a great adventure every trip.  I will say there is some doubt as to whether a person can have too much fun.  I am trying though.  

I have been shooting mostly a .22LR for chizzlers and have taken some with my .22 magnum.  Of course I have used my .22-250 and vaporized some at over 300 yards for old times sake.  My pals seem to always prefer their .22 magnum rifles.  Either .22LR or .22 magnum caliber is fine for the type work we are doing.  I try to think we are saving hundreds of dollars worth of hay and grain when we do our duty shooting varmints.  All the farmers tell us thanks for hunting in their fields.  A farmer we didn't know even drove over on his tractor and asked if we could come shoot in his fields.  He liked our style and maturity I guess.  He said if you could shoot them all it would be fine with him.  I guess we could attempt total annihilation but the animals seem to have 2 - 3 litters of 6 - 9 pups each in a year so getting them all without chemical, pyrotechnical, or nuclear weapons is an impossibility.

I had a bit of remorse one morning for laughing when the target of my volley was launched into the air with its entrails stringing out for 10 - 14 inches in a big red fan after being smacked by a .22LR round.  I asked an older wiser hunting pal if it were bad form to laugh when death was being dealt out?  He told me NO.  Then we both got back to shooting and kind of snickering from time to time as the blood covered the pasty tan dust they call dirt up there in Beryl.  We ended up the day with over 400 varmints taken!  {check out the pile of brass photo from just one of our three shooting spots during that day.}

The first batch of babies are out and although they are a small target they are dumber than the dirt they stand on.  They wait in groups of 3 - 5 to be shot and don't run away as various members of their gang are hambergerized.

I look forward to going back to hunt as I am able within the parameters of work and edicts from the Supreme Commanderette.  Ammo is kind of hard to acquire and I have to be careful to not shoot too much.  The other day I actually ran out of ammo, 5-3-13.  I had to borrow some rounds from my pal.  The stores don't seem to have .22LR ammo in stock for very long.  If the season progresses as it has been I will be standing in line at Wal Mart with the rest of the chizzler army waiting for the shipment truck to arrive before I can go do my duty to preserve agriculture in Iron County, Utah.