I knew it would happen.

One of the last vehicles through my check station yesterday evening was some antelope hunters who had camped up on the mountain, and then driven down to the desert for their hunts.

I knew this before they had come to a complete stop.

I knew this by the windows of their camper shell.

Thick with big, black, buzzing flies.

I had seen maybe three flies all weekend. Just nothing out there in the desert for them to grow on, or be attracted to. None of the other hunters even mentioned flies, either.

But these guys?

Had over thirty flies on each window.

No idea how many were on the pronghorn carcasses.

But there were lots.

Yes, it is pleasant to camp in the trees, by a flowing stream. But man, is it worth it to put up with all the flies?

So, anyway, I crawled over their tailgate into the cramped space full of large buzzing insects, sweeping the path clear with my data pad. Sweeping mass and mass of flies out the hatch into the dry desert air.

And I knew what would happen.

Sure enough, the flies had no where to go. Nothing to attract them away from my little parking space.

I was swatting flies all day today.

But hey. At least the dragonflies will have something to hunt and eat. (Saw two passing through this weekend.)