It was a pleasant enough drive up north to Iron County through the snow covered passes of the mountains. I was getting more circumspect with every mile looking at the snow outside the truck. The wind was blowing and it was cold as heck upon arrival in the chizzler fields. . . . NO CHIZZLERS -- not even one eskimo sub-species or a drunk wanderer chizzler. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. What a let down. I was so in the mood to harvest profit stealers for the farmers.
I am on "anxious hold" for the weather to break and the vermin to surface. I am really excited to get to work on the varmint reduction duty I have elected myself to. My new rifle is needing a work out. I hope it is stout enough for the job at hand.
