Day One

Oh-dark-thirty this a-yem witnessed the beginning of a fresh campaign against the shadowy organization known only as "the Bambi Brigade".

Unfortunately, the enemy was able to successfully manouver to avoid engagement. While on foot patrol, 3 indigenous females were encountered at close range, almost certain partisans of Bambi, however; with no weapons visible, we did not engage.

Total casualties of the campaign were limited to one tank of gas, and one friendly fire incident. Cross fire between a high-fiber roll and a large cup of coffee resulted in one pair of underpants (boxer briefs, cotton, 1 ea.) being sacrificed for the good of all. That's why field expedients exist, after all.

No ammunition was expended in this exercise by our forces, however, at least one animal of Gaia's children was harmed by this cruel ritual of animal exploitation. We got a ride (coming back from getting my truck stuck) with a very dead and gutted 4pt buck. Colour me jealous.

Another day, Bambi: You magnificent bastard.



(My ego/survivalist instinct is assuaged somewhat. Although those does were not legal in this scenario, at the end of the day, I would have been able to put meat on the table if necessary. Two of them were not 20 ft away and I could have put any one of them down with my sidearm, let alone the rifle.)