I was in the shade of a huge valley oak enjoying a nice breakfast burrito, my tailgate was down with my AA S410 on it. I had been hunting a property for ground squirrels for a farmer friend. It feels like I’ve gone back about fifty years out here. Maybe 8 cars went by in 4 hours…no leaf blowers blaring, no traffic noise, houses spaced miles apart, a river nearby…the perfect place for an old farmboy. A pick up truck came by, saw me, and pulled over to ask if I was doing vermin control. Then he asked how much I charge. I gave a giggle because he had it backwards. I should be paying for the privilege of hunting their property. The upshot, I got permission to shoot on another property! Life is good.
