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- On the Border in Idaho looking at BC
after the 5th or 6th time pooching the nose pour on my whatzit, i said some words that the management doesn't allow and cut the offending mess off the forearm. tempted to start over with a new stock, but this one is purty.
maybe tomorrow after i get out of the corner for my bad language, i will hunt up a piece of wood and splice the forearm and forget about pouring on this one.
took a break and shuffled about in the woods looking for a grouse. nary a one. made it a whole 1/2 mile from the house.
sat on a fir stump and made friends with a chipmunk. seems he followed me home. he or his clone is sitting in my fig tree eating the biggest fig. his days may be numbered.
maybe tomorrow after i get out of the corner for my bad language, i will hunt up a piece of wood and splice the forearm and forget about pouring on this one.
took a break and shuffled about in the woods looking for a grouse. nary a one. made it a whole 1/2 mile from the house.
sat on a fir stump and made friends with a chipmunk. seems he followed me home. he or his clone is sitting in my fig tree eating the biggest fig. his days may be numbered.