So. After my visit to the Sheriff's office, I now know where two of our painted pronghorn have taken residence.

Nice place. And they'll probably produce a pair of painted fawns next year.

And I also got to enjoy the practice of jacking steel fenceposts out of the ground. One warden barely scratched hers into the ground, the other sank his two feet (literally).

But hey, at least the barrels were up.

And today we got chances for a couple short dragraces.

And to enjoy some scenery.

Ten barrels down. Five to go.

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