Sliding down the edge of the cliff, bag back on my back, I pocket the spent shells. I move cautiously, quietly, keeping an ear open. Their panic worked in my favor. Beanpole was easy. Stubby, still no idea what was happening. Chunky and Drools didn't know what they were hiding from, trying to duck behind tables or rocks -- the echo in this bowl threw them off. Moment they stopped moving, lining it up was simple.