BigWaveDave
Gold Member
Yesterday morning I was on an unremarkable short hunt, didn't find anything worth posting, but remember getting bit by a fire ant or two...not a big deal, its part of the charm of living here in Florida. So then today, sure enough, I kneeled on top of another nest, this time I got seriously tore up, didn't realize it until dozens of them were behind my kneepads, on my legs, and up my shorts, heading north.... A lady walking her dog got quite a show as I wiggled these little guys out from my business. In shaking them off, I discovered the carnage from yesterday, no telling how bad these little pustules will be this time tomorrow...Happy Hunting!