Perfect day
Day started off well enough since I got to work for triple time. The first shift operator in my area decided he wanted to take the holiday off, so I got to work first shift for a change. That left me time to head to the woods with a gun in my hand for the first time since turkey season.
I could see lightning in the distance when I got out the truck but before I got 75 feet from the truck I heard squealing and here came a whole herd of frying size pigs. When they got about thirty feet from me apparently they realized something was up and stopped. Bad move on their part. If I had been toting a shotgun instead of a single shot rifle it could have been brutal.
Then on the way home I spotted my Granddaughter's hero on the side of the road.
Heck yeah, overtime, dead pigs, super heros and supper waiting on me when I got home. Life is good.
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