I don't remember the particulars about why that sprucie was cooked and served with the big plate of ruffies that night. There were so-many people milling about in a fairly small space and with seemingly...much goings-on. Moreover, I believe that I was medicating my poor, sore back with distilled spirits. Sadly, those finer details escape me now, but I distinctly remember being quite pleased with the net-effect. AS far as the sharptails are concerned, I know that many of the locals up there hunt them vigorously, and with some success. I doubt that they have much access to jet-packs
Last edited by Lloyd3; 10/16/17 10:56 PM.
