I hunt animals, wreck bikes, eat weird things,drink good beer and bitch about societyfor your entertainment pleasure.
I got some redemption for last week's sloppy job. Even though the other one was stinkin' up the shed to high heavens, this one was still brave enough to hang out under there. His courage was short-lived, and the .17 and I got back on track.
I have seen a new one move into an old hole an throw the old dead one out on the pile of dirt, they don't seem to care.
Hmm. Never seen that up here. Usually there's no activity at the hole for two or three weeks, then another one moves in.