That did it. Why are the pictures so huge? Any way to reduce them?
Leslie Living and Running Behind the Redwood Curtain -------------
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That did it. Why are the pictures so huge? Any way to reduce them? This guy was one of about 8 I say while running in a new state park last Monday. If I go there again, I'll need to wear some orange for sure. You can't see the 12 gauge he's holding. Thanks for all the help Leslie.
"Run slowly, run daily, drink in moderation, and don't eat like a pig" Dr. Ernst Van Aaken. Sorry ultrasteve.
That's Kimmy. She's is VERY ORNREY! She's great when you have her alone and that picture was taken in the car on a date with me on the way to ice skating, just her and dad. Put her with her siblings however and lying and mischieviousness abound.
Me, the Barbie version
They said they were hunting deer.
I looked up PA's seasons.... holy cow there are a lot of deer seasons!
Speed my steps along your path, according to your will.
Here in northeast PA, the best way to tell is to go outside and listen for a minute or two. If there're no gunshots reverberating off the hillsides, then it's probably not a hunting day.
And not to knock hunting in any way; I'm a good shot at a target (with a rifle and with a recurve), but I just can't seem to shoot straight at living things--in fact I've never hit any animals. I know that if I had to do it for my family and me to eat, though, I would.
Yikes! Leave the antler hat and fuzzy white tail at home then I guess ;-) I looked up PA's seasons.... holy cow there are a lot of deer seasons! It looks like they end soon though. I had to go to north-central PA for work last year. Pretty area, tons of trails. It was nice to be back in the eastern hardwood forests again.
Good one! The only thing I ever shot was a blue jay with a BB gun in our backyard when I was in high school. I hated that bird. We fed our cat on the washer on the back porch, and the jay would constantly harass and pick on him. Got the ole BB gun out one day, lined 'er up, and bang! Imagine my surprise when the bird actually fell off the power line and landed on the ground, "deader'n a door nail" (as the 'necks would say).