Next thing I knew, The Big Dick himself whirled round on me (as much as a Big Dick can whirl) with rifle raised, finger itchin', and yours truly in the cross-hairs.
Wooooshhhh. I made like the Road Runner outta there.
Needless to say, I escaped with my face and body pellet-free. Wish I could be sure of the same for Dicky's hunting buddies....
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