I knew a guy that used to hunt on the Lower Columbia river.
He encountered Humboldts thrashing on the beach around November (in the throes of death upon the shore.)
His dog was so enamored by the creatures that it decided to roll in them and eat them while he was setting out decoys.
He was alone and in the dark.
There was a driving rain.
He encountered Humboldts thrashing on the beach around November (in the throes of death upon the shore.)
His dog was so enamored by the creatures that it decided to roll in them and eat them while he was setting out decoys.
He was alone and in the dark.
There was a driving rain.