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Hmmmm . . . Now I know what motivated me to re-apply permethrin to my light-colored anti-tick shirts/pants/"armor" today.

Thanks, I did check, Boot; no new files. I was shooting my old Sony A9II. I checked both cards. I'm starting to wonder if I somehow inadvertantly deleted the DCIM folder as I opened it. I checked history but there were no files to restore. No biggy; I'll play catch-up over the next few days.

Very cool, Boot! I had a target rich morning myself - great Pelican & hiding Rooster close-ups; various shorebirds & a couple brightly colored song birds, all of which I need to identify. Captured 2 Ravens and a distant Osprey. Even caught some swallows on the wing, 1 Heron and even some capr...

I was running a country bar in the Deerlodge Valley. I rose early and got the coffee on so the ranchers could stop by for their morning shot & a coffee. I walked out the front door later and saw that the skies to the west were dark. I said to myself "Man, looks like a dandy storm rolling in. "...

Sorry for your loss, Jerry.

I like the USPS also & have known some outstanding personnel.

When I worked in Bremerton back in the 70's I stopped by the B&I on occasion. One time a couple nuns were squiring a group of grade school kids on an Ivan visit. Ivan evidently was "excited" by all the attention & became somewhat distastefully "animated." The nuns were shocked & frantically...

Craftsman tools were prized possessions that lasted back in the day. My fav mail order wish book was Herters. I still have a couple knives, some hooks, a tying vise & some reloading stuff (plus 1 old catalog). I wish I would have hung on to my LH Herters Sitka Magnum recurve bow; it was a beauty!

If it was a bit smaller, I say a Cicada burrow/hole. They generally make a very tidy hole with no dirt pile.

Pure treasure, Pat.

Wow! Sounds like a great trip, Rich! Great bird shots.

Not anadromous, but I had a Rat Fish draw a pint of blood one time . . .

Chicken

Interesting! Thank you.

Yup. The ones that float around on their back laughing at you while you're switching flies and wondering why the bass aren't hitting . . . 'Course my hat was off so they might have thought I was Mumbles . . .

The first time my Son's Jack caught a mouse and he witnessed the characteristic "beating rodent senseless against the ground" procedure, he called me at work with this report: "Sadie caught a mouse. Holy shit Dad, she's brutal." 200# attitude in a 9# body.. My Lab even deferred to her.

I'm glad no one else was hurt. The idiot earned his prize. "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes."

Peace.

That's part of the reason I cherished it so. Not all that many years ago, I rarely saw others in there. The Bass version of "Curtis Creek" . . .