Stationed in the Aleutian Islands for my sins 50 years ago, I had ringside seats from the high rise barracks area over open fields that were regularly hunted by a pair of Great Snowy Owls. One would slide along the ground contours like a modern jet fighter while the other did tight circles way the hell up there. Anything that bolted in the grass or even quivered overmuch brought a steep attack from the higher Owl. Never saw them miss. A good pair of binocs ,a comfortable chair , and a cooler of PX beer made for an interesting afternoon. Of course the nearest woman to us was a Soviet Cosmonaut miles overhead!
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