It's that time of year again, spring. How do I know it's spring? Because I have seen them, that plague of invasive, unnatural, evil critters known as Peeps! They're everywhere all of a sudden, just appearing out of nowhere all at once like a plague of locusts! Something must be done! It's time that we put an end to this poisonous commercial invasion of our spring! Yes, that's right, it is time for.... Peep Madness! Exterminate these vermin! Show me your knives! Show me your axes! Show me your trapping skills! Show me your bows and arrows or whatever you've got to beat back the Peep Horde! Beware, though....Peep guts are an unholy, sticky mess. I want to see your gear, your weapons, your skills, your creativity, and your humor! Make me laugh, make me smile, show me that you are, indeed, worthy! This event will last until Easter Sunday. On the Monday following, I shall name one member here the Sir Peepslayer! (or Madame Peepslayer! )It's a lofty title, one that is not easily obtained, though many have tried (not really, this is the first annual event), NONE have succeeded. Once the Peepslayer has been chosen, the finest of rewards shall be granted to him or her (provided they live within the contiguous 48 states), that being the legendary, the rare, the sought after by many.... Swedish LK35 Ruck! Should you choose to participate in Mad Punty's Peep Madness, and win, but do not want the LK35, then you will earn the honor of naming the winner yourself! That's right....collusion is allowed and encouraged! Bribery, too, if you want to bribe other participants into naming you the winner of this fine booty! Show me your gear, show me your wares, show me your skills, show me you are one bushcrafter who knows a thing or two about dispatching Peeps! Happy hunting, brothers and sisters!