Few weeks back, I took a fellow at a buddy's camp out for a morning of turkey hunting. I had met the guy a good many years ago. But mostly in passing. Anyhoo………….when I went to leave camp he wanted my address. About a week later, a box shows up. Pretty cool token of his appreciation.

Obsidian lashed to deer front leg bone.

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Wollen nicht krank dein feind. Planen es.