The carnage continues

The carnage continues.

I don’t want to belabor the point, but this infestation of mosquitoes is life-altering.

Or at least hunt-altering.

I have to leave the house well before dawn to get in any hunting at all. In the cool of the morning, following the dogs across the prairie is tolerable, even pleasant at times. Once the sun clears the horizon, however, I quickly turn back toward the truck accompanied by a growing swarm of bloodsuckers.

There’s no escape.

On the drive back to town, I roll down the windows and try in vain to chase them out of the cab. The dashboard is smeared with blood...