The sun’s rays hadn’t broken through the tree line when Don and I–appropriately clad for hunting–crept step by step toward our target. There was no breeze, no movement in the pasture. With our OPS plan in place, we staged for execution.
Three, two, one–showtime!! We aimed our full cans of RAID into the old rusty puppy/kitten/chicken crate behind the shop. Blasting the yellow jacket nest from two directions, the killing began. Maniac laughter filled the pre-dawn air–I got a bit carried away! Eliminating a hated predator does that to me.
Not a yellow pest escaped! I did a quick body count–bunches–then pulled the nest. Now I claim the title of a Cracker Jacker Jacket Tracker.