As we were sitting there soaking some nice 92 degree sunshine, and enjoying Mother G's beauty, my 8 year old starts freaking out, saying something about somebody just shot Mr. Red Tail
I said WHAT!!!
Andf tried to see where this happened, immediately looked around for other people in the dunes, which I could'nt find anybody.
I turned around to ask him where Mr Red Tail went down, and he already had his helmet back on and was trying to kick over his Blaster. I told him to settle down and show me where he saw this.
He pointed off in the distance and said " Right over there dad, by that big Bowl"
Just as I was getting on my Banshee, to take a ride over with him, we started the bikes, looked up, and Mr. Red Tail takes off into the beautiful blue sky, over beautiful Mama G's soft warm sand with a nice sized bit of lunch in his Talons. Not sure what he had, but it looked like a meal fit for a king.
Damn kid actually had me scared, thinking Slappys pal Mr.Red Tail had taken one from the whitecoats.
Mr Red Tail sure can dune them dunes at a high rate of speed when he's hunting
Hope I did'nt scare ya too bad Slap
