sevenedges
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- Sep 14, 1999
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I was out on the delta fishing, and noticed something quite large moving in on me at an alarming rate. As I glanced over I saw the culprit, a large beast of a rodent about five pounds in weight. It had fresh kill in its mouth, and I could tell it wanted more by the way it stormed me. I tried to get up, but there was no time. It was now at my feet. In a blur I reached back and snatched my handy 940sbt osborne and slashed at it. At that moment it ducked, and ran underneath the rock I was sitting on. I am glad I had that knife handy, as I'm sure it would have cinched onto my pants and dragged me into the water drowning me almost instantly. Or at the very least pulled me under the rock for a quick bite to eat. I learned one thing today, I'll never go fishing again without the shotgun.
