Start off Tuesday night...
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| Aha, our friend is back down the road he ain't supposed to go down, doesn't know his way out is blocked by a cop... |
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| "Licence and registration, please..." |
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| "Is that marijuana on your breath, sir?" |
Later, with light fading and the camera all but useless, we headed back up the paved trail, only to have Misty pull me off to one side to see three bucks. The boss hissed and they went into 'scatter mode'. It was rather funny to watch them try to scatter down the same narrow path! Still later, Misty nosed up and chased not one, but two toads, within about 20 feet. The second one made her mad enough, you should have seen the look she shot me when I made her let it go. Didn't figure she'd like actually biting one...
Let us leave this sad scene for Thursday night...
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| Trying to catch the yellow skipper mid-left |
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| Misty was keen on shade, not so much on the heat |
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| Not much green to the Green Hole |
Friday we were back to mornings...
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| Thought this was a deer- strike one |
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| And that- strike two. Eyes weren't good. |
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| This is where we saw those deer. They were trying to "scatter" behind the fence. |
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| Misty HAD to stop and say hello to this gentleman watching the sunrise |
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| Misty's favorite drinking hole is open |
And that brings us to a disappointing Saturday...
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| The weatherman would call these skies, "unsettled"... |
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| Time for fall gear. BOOMER! |
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| Abandoned less than a mile covered. |
