



From Kolby's journal...
"It was a warm night at Silver Lake, Alberta, and I surmise that the unseasonable heat annoyed the mastadon herd. As their agitation increased, an enormous female charged our encampment. I discharged one vivid ether shot well over her shaggy head.
And, since discretion is the better part of mastadon valor, she withdrew with alacrity, proving again that the female of a species is often the one with the brains."