DRAMATIZATION. MAY NOT HAVE HAPPENED EXACTLY AS SHOWN BELOW.
But for those who were there, we know it's realistic.
Imagine a firing line of prairie dog hunters, dirty and tired, walking together through a field, scanning for varmint to kill.
Spear calls out: "Prairie dog, 12 o'clock. Up at the top of the ridge."
Ambulance Driver: "Where?"
Spear: "Up there, between the fenceline and the green scrub."
LawDog (squinting): "Green scrub?"
SCI-FI (squinting harder): "There's a fence?"
Ambulance Driver (through his optics): "That big gray thing? That's a STUMP."
Spear: "I'll mark him." POW! Spear puts one into the prairie dog's neighborhood, but nothing moves.
Ambulance Driver: "See? Stump." POW! Fires a round of his own. Still no reaction from the "prairie dog."
LawDog: "I see it." POW! STILL no reaction.
By now, most of us have optics on the "stump." Apparently, Spear had seen the biggest silverback prairie dog in the state of Colorado. Not only was it the size of a tree stump, it was apparently on Prozac, because it was completely unfazed by the bullets we lobbed its way. It sat, stared, twitched, scratched itself, yawned.
Spear would continue calling out targets like this for the duration of Blogorado III, all with his naked eye. "Prairie dog in the open, running left, he's got a limp."
One of us would challenge Spear's claim, but anyone with optics could back him up. "Right there, in the second green strip of land, he's dancing the Macarena! Do you see him?" Spear could read the prairie dog's résumé and college transcript before the rest of us ever saw anything.
The silverback prairie dog, for his part, finally got bored and left the field of battle, uninjured and apparently un-shot.
If Spear is to be believed (and he always should be), the little bastard gave us the finger as he crawled back into his burrow.
I do have to admit, that sure sounds like fun. Well, not for the prairie dogs...
That is all.
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Another conversation regarding Spear's freaky eyesight:
Spear: "Prairie dog in the open, 900 yards, just below the fence line. Anybody got the ass to try him?"
AD: (looking through scope at 9x) "How do you even see that? I can barely make him out with a $%^#& scope, and you're using a *&#$%@ Mark I eyeball!"
Spear: "Hey, AD? It's a male."
Seriously, dood has some freakish eyesight.
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