I headed back out to the ranch this weekend, determined to hunt something. Marty and I were on our way to the crop fields to plant some oats when we spotted it. He told me I had to keep very quiet and still, and then he gave me the pistol. I fired three rounds to the head, and my worries of being eaten were then over. I'm such the outdoors man.
He even cut off the rattle as my trophy.
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