Sorry this had been delayed, but it was only recently declassified…. For the “weekend” prior to the last posting, we had to take on a special assignment.
After loading up the hound (with quite a bit of coaxing—okay, and yes, some HEAVY lifting—lazy &%@^%! dog) and sweet-talking “Bubba” (name changed to protect his identity) into the bed of the pickup, we headed off into the backcountry. The mission: protecting all you innocent bystanders, and our wildlife, from the lurking treachery of the terrifying underbelly of society: The Poacher.
“Bubba” set up shop in a likely looking draw next to the county road while the rest of us stood guard. Unfortunately, or fortunately in “Bubba’s” case, no one took the bait. Made for yet another cold, boring night “on duty”. Luckily we made up for the slow evening with a stop by the Dairy Queen—a first for Bubba—and a night the soda jerk will not soon forget.
