Reflections: Smuggler’s Blues (II)

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?