There is a story going around our campground that we hunt out of that goes like this :

There was a guy from the east coast up there hunting squirels and chipmunks one day and he got a bag full of em. Now he didnt really want to eat em, he just wanted to collect their tails. So he got back to camp and strung em all out on a clothes line ( the tails ) all proud like he got a huge buck. Well, along comes a game warden. He comes to his camp and begins to admire the stringer of tails in front of him. The man that got em was sayin yeah, i was on a killin spree there for a while. He talked for about two minutes with the warden while the warden wrote him a ticket for something like $250 per tail. There must have been 20 tails in front of him that day!

Now i dont know about the exact $ amount but the story is true. Cant shoot em in this state........go kill some cougars or something!



If it aint flyin......it aint dyin!