I went on my first snipe hunt this weekend. Deep in the woods just outside Los Alamos, I and about 50 other snipe hunters went searching for those cute little creatures armed with sticks, pillowcases and one flashlight per 10 hunters. I guess I should clarify—I wasn’t really hunting the snipe so much as making sure everyone else was safe by sneaking through the bushes and jumping out at opportune moments, accidently scaring a few people. A couple hunters almost made a catch, but the snipes kept being scared away. Too bad. Maybe next time. Maybe next time …
Catchin' Them Snipes
Catchin' Them Snipes
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