I just walked up to this old dude whacking on something. I had a sinking feeling as he turned the stick into a spear and smashed it into the ground. Walking up I found a dead Eastern Yellowbelly Racer. Probably the one i tried to get a pic of back in late April, too.
What a tragic waste. I started to chew the guy out, but considering his generation, probably pointless. "The only good one is a dead one.." routine. Crap!!!!
Bummed,
Matthew
PS. First trip out in weeks because of my Sinus infection. and I witness this.

