The great hunter was up most of the night hunting. Today he is out like a light. For a 13 year old dog, his hunting drive is 100% still.
Once again, this time at around 4:30 I was awakened by my wife telling to get dressed, Reuben had killed another possum. Another sub adult possum. He has been spending a lot of time hunting in his back yard. He has kept us safe from grizzly bears and buffalo and giraffes, and now a second possum.
So we got it from him once again with dog bone treats. I took the dead possum "to the train station" but I did not bury it until this morning. For those of you that never watched Yellowstone the TV series, when they had a body to dispose of, they used a large gulch and they called it the train station as a code phrase.
When I was burring it in the compost I saw where the other one was buried just a week ago. There was some hair on the surface of the compost. I guess worms don't like hair. I did not explore further. The hole I dug was just teaming with worms. The new addition will be gone soon. No fuss no stink, just gone. Returned to the soil.