Charlie,
It's just got a regular splinter forend. I'm glad, I think a beavertail is a sin before God.
Scott,
We shoot them down south on the fish farms under a depredation permit. During the middle of the day when they're roosted drying their wings my friend drives around and works on them with his .17 varmit rifle. One pop with that and they look like a tar shingle falling off a high roof.
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I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house once in a quarter--of an hour; paid money that I borrowed, three of four times; lived well and in good compass: and now I live out of all order, out of all compass. Falstaff - Henry IV
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