Cold Hard Cash

Behold the somewhat somber face of
Honest Abe. This very piece of good ole American currency came to me today by way of one very dead greenie.

Finally after days of tempting fate, Mr. Greenhead flew by the wrong Benelli totin' folding machine. I gave him about 3 1/2 inches of steel death from a respectable distance of 20 yards or so. After a sucessfull retrieve I came back to the blind to find this finski stuck on a branch just for me. It's been a long time coming, but it sure was worth it.