"The thrill of victory and the agony of defeat."
I had a tree rat in my sights. He was just sitting there halfway up
one of the walnut trees calling me every tree rat name he could think
of. Bang. Down he came!!! Unnnnhh plop. Yes! Victory! Wait! What?
He jumped up and scampered off. The dirty tree rat. I must have just
shot the limb out from under the varmint. Groan. Agony. Why didn't
the fall kill him? Arrggggh. Next time . . . enemy of mine.
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