Minor note

Regarding this post.

I actually stole that joke from a hunting buddy. Some years back, for the first time in a lot of years, we were actually pelted by cold rain during deer season (late October). While waiting to hunt over Soap Butte (i.e., waiting for the sitters to make their way slowly to the top of the butte inside pickups with heaters while the rest of us were outside in the weather), we were sitting and waiting for the sitters to make their way to the top of the butte. In the rain. Heavy rain. Cold freakin' rain. Noah's Ark kind of rain.

One in our walker crew said "Weather report said chance of rain."

Another one said "Hell of a chance."

Heh. Would have been even funnier if we weren't freezing our butts off.