The drunkenness was light this year. That in combination with some population booms after the parvo, we stacked a bunch and called a hell of a lot more. I'd guess the ratios were about 1 coyote killed for every 5 called in. Big difference from those years of 'drought'.

The Rondy still had it's moments after the sun went down and the bullshit started to pile up. Rats were drank, stories were told, and we all got to see fotohunt's spider bite and subsequently wished we hadn't.

Daryl and Don hunted together and the only thing that had to go to the hospital was Don's truck. Some kind of miracle.

Andy, you need to quit chasing felons next year and get down here. Hell, you can probably pick up 3 or 4 while you're here and write the trip off as a business expense.