Upside of floods

All this current flooding reminds me of a time when the great Sacramento River ran high. Back in the 80's. It carries the runoff clear from above Mt. Shasta all the way to San Francisco. The causeways were opened and large areas were flooded that normally don't. In those days you could drive in, back behind the CHP Academy. I walked the levee shooting rodents that had made it to high ground. Hundreds. My Ruger Security Six and home made ammo took it's toll. I don't think I'm quite that brutal anymore but I remember having a ball. Reload, shoot, 'Til the ammo ran out. Go back there now and try firing a gun! I had no idea that one day I'd be blowing around that high speed track in an old Caprice, trained by California's finest in how to go fast and stay right side-up! I was not a CHIP, just got in on some driving school.  That causeway was one of my go-to plinking spots that were close to home. All locked up now, like all the rest. Believe it or not, California was the home of a lot of ballsey people. Descendants  of pioneers. I hammered a black tailed jack rabbit out there with the Ruger at about 90 yds. My old dog loved rabbit hunting. He'd run up on the poor thing I shot and give it one good crunch. Then forget it. 'Keeper' was his name.