Chet, I've often wondered what level of hell one is sent to for scoping a Renegade. Regardless, it can't possibly be as horrendous as that special level of hell reserved for anyone so evil and audacious as to camo dip a Great Plains.

Here I sit shuddering at the thought. Woe be to thee my friend, woe be to thee. Beware the wrath of the gods of muzzleloading.