So I made it home late from Hawn's Lounge last night, and rather than wake up that mean old woman I'm married to, I grabbed a couple dogs, headed up to the hills and waited for dawn. As it was getting light I threw P.J. up on the box and was averaging about 90 strikes per minute as we drove up the road. When I stopped to clean the dogshit off the top of my box for the third time I happened to notice some depressions in the rock bed next to my truck. I rubbed my eyes and couldn't believe what I saw........the 250 million year old fossilized tracks of a three-toed
PUMASAURUS!
That's right, ol' P.J. wasn't just box babbling afterall, he was striking on a 250 million year old track!! Here is a picture to prove it too!!
Yep, just another testament to my greatness, I must surely be the greatest houndsman of all time!!
(you'll have to pardon if I look a little hungover in the picture, that's my puke bucket in the background)
