I don't usually do much good in the fog, but just couldn't resist this morning.
First stand, I was prone in a windrow of alfalfa (pretty comfy!) about five minutes in, I look over my right shoulder and this guy is standing there at about fifty yards away, looking right at me. I just squirmed around, and he gave me time enough to get on him. .22 Hornet, 45 gr. to the chest.
