So last night was our turn to host the feral gang of little girls in the neighborhood who roam free and run around screaming their heads off, and jabbering at a level that you would think they were trying to talk over the sounds of fighter jets taking off, but nope, it is just their normal level. For a quiet person like myself, it is like someone hitting my head with a hammer over and over..
By this morning I was ready eat a Glocksickle..
The shrieking started before 7am.
I did not even say a word to anyone. I went and grabbed a backpack, a couple of guns, and said fuggit, I am out!
The weather was crappy, blowing, and a mix of wind and rain. Pretty much about the most miserable weather you would want to go outdoors in.
It sounded outstanding as compared to being inside my house! So I drove deep into the high desert, to a little honey hole that normally is good for some winter time Jacks when the weather is super cold. The weather was not really cold, temps wise, but the wind had a pretty nasty bite to it, so I was hoping maybe a few big Jacks might be out and I could chase them around for a while and get some exercise.
I brought along my little .45 Flattop, and a Colt AR in case a big desert dog decided to show it's face.
While tromping through some high, old growth sage I ran into some snares that someone had set a while back.
I was surprised to see signs that anyone had passed this way, as it is not a well traveled area.