I don't know what else happened, but the Dawg's brakes went out on us yesterday. After driving about 25 miles with no brakes to get back to his place, and giving him a ride back home from the mechanic's place, I stopped by Brent's before heading home.

Brent had two laying in the yard, and was headed to the Playa somewhere to try to call a cat. I left him a box of ammo that he asked me to spare him, and wished him well.

Today, I'm trying to fix a chainsaw so that I can cut the mesquite brush from a fenceline.

Wish I was over there hunting again...

Daryl