We went out Saturday morning to hunt a few tree rats. My buddy brought along his camp gear to make breakfast on the boat. Sausage and eggs, on the water, at dawn, on a crisp morning, is hard to beat. We nailed a few squirrels. One fox was a stubborn cuss. He died holding onto a walnut and wouldn't let go... The low water level at East Fork lake made for some long shots and tough retreives.