Part I here.
“Yeah, should be a good night for hunting – wonder what we’ll bag tonight…” he thought as he walked out to the waiting Hawkeye with the Skipper.
“Omaha 51, check right one o’clock, 4 miles, heading 280, angels 3…”
“51, negative contact”
Damn he thought, Is this guy blind or what?
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