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Godzilla... 5a HVS E1

Dru, Good show old boy! Sounds like a fine time was had by all, a tale such as this is always a pleasure to read. I hope that a frosty cold one tasted never so sweet! I am reminded of hunting cape buffalo with only my guide. A tiny local chap, not a day over 80, who spoke not a word of the queen's english... We were following a wounded bull into the growing African dusk. The sun does not linger on the savanna, it falls quickly, and darkness is surely a death warrant, both for the buffalo as well as yours truely. Between the bull and the lions who were surely following us, my trusty .458 seemed like a child's toy. Oh! what have I done? My very life was in the hands of our lord, only my stiff upper lip and some luck will bring me home tonight. All because of a trophy....

I took my first leader fall on Hips and valleys The old book said it was 5.8. I recall that the thing needed cleaning.

Indeed.