It was 4:30am,,I got to the spot I had scouted for a couple days,,lots of action,,tons of prints everywhere,,very confident I would come out of there with a trophy specien.I was already dressed in my loin cloth,,rest of my body grease painted to resemble hay bales,The more I rolled in the hay loft,,the more I looked like one.The AM. milking crew came in at 5:00,,I lie there waiting,,some farm hands grab a few hay bales not 5 feet from me,,but I'm so well camoflaged,,they are'nt the wiser.7:30 am,,The crew is just bringing in the last group to be milked,,Then I spotted it,,the one eyed tom with one ear,,what a prize it would me mounted over my fireplace!!!! They finished milking the last round of cows,,then claened the milk lines,,putting maby 5 gallons of milk in a huge bowl for the cats.They finished up and left the barn,,The tom had swatteed away any cat smaller than him,,and was getting his fill,,,I slowly grasped my trusty pitch fork,,the 7 tine model,,And flung it at my trophy,,the fork was true,,and I bagged the trophy!!!Now every time my dad sits in the family room,,He says damn that thing looks familiar!

Clay