Old World Mouflon
It was a lone mouflon ram. And what a ram he was!
It was a lone mouflon ram. And what a ram he was!
There’s no better way to spend a few summer days then deer scouting and crappie fishing.
As he went airborne, I heard grunts, squeals, then felt something brush my left leg.
Through underbrush I could see a black shape heading to the barrel.
We spotted a set of reddish eyes and knew immediately it was not a coon.
We followed a herd of forty-two aoudad rams.
Shoot the bear only if he’s chewing on me!
Three old friends and a boat load of red snapper.