The Error of Elightenment

This mother rigs, small binoculars, imbedded in the ceiling's overhead tool rack;  hard to pry out, very dirty, and they smelled.  Zeroing in on where he thought the hog was, they make his readout jitter - note that -  nothing but heat refracted corn; switched to the magnetic field setting and there it is, in illustrative detailed magenta/day glow green heat mapped row hog, over laid against the magnified corn plants, row seventy nine.  Lucky puts on his boots, hat, and sunglasses; glugs down as much water a he can, jams the binoculars up into the tool rack, grabs the thermos; all in the fast minute it takes the tower travels down.   After hooking the tower to the deck's ladder, he hangs by his hands from the floor hatch for a bit, the heat rolls off the deck, he drops down and walks the length of the thorax to a utility hatch in the floor.  Gingerly opens the little hot door and releases a ratchet strap - thump, goes the powered hand tow to the ground.  On the ground, stamps down a big a clump of cord grass the hand tow is snarled in;  grabs the handle, pulls the brake and guides it out from under the rig towards row seventy nine.