Driving along some alfafa fields this weekend end and saw three kids stopped along side the road. They were acting kinda odd when I slowed down. I asked them what they were hunting and couldn't answer right away. Finally one kid said "ah, sage rats mister". I glanced out in the field and saw the largest dead sage rat I had ever seen. My binocs showed it to be a rare tabby sage rat. I gave the kids a stern look and got out of my truck. They got a bit nervous then. I reached back in the cab and got four cold cans of pop and gave one to each kid. I opened mine and said "Damn fine shooting". I reached back in my truck and got a brick of Winchester .22LR and gave it to the oldest kid. I told them to keep up the good work and that they ought to bury the oversized sage rat under a pile of rocks in the ditch. They still looked a bit nervous but when I drove off they high-fived each other. We should do all we can to encourage good shooting practices.

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I knew you were a sporting man of the first order. Regards, N.S.

We might have to give you an honorary doctorate for that O.E.H.!!!!! Clay

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