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Freaking weird isnt it. A teacher called in to the conservative Joe Pags radio show. She was until after her conversation that day, a fan of his.

She agreed that a five year old who pointed a stick in school and said bang should be expelled. She felt that one day that stick or poptart or finger point could someday "be" a gun and supported a no tolerance gun policy.

Strangely, they never consider that any moslem immigrants could become a terrorist.

JellO smart.

You ever tried flipping a 15' Whaler with a 60hp motor in 3 feet of water?

No but I bet there's swearing and grunting and straining when you do.

Do I win anything?

Nothing like the other stuff here.

One of the best places to find birds around here is on the old sewage lagoons/lake just south of town, now a bird preserve. 15ft of old sh&t overlaid by shallow water made for quite a bizarre ecosystem. Too salty and alkaline for almost all fish it produces a kazillion midge larvae, droves of turtles that eat those larvae, and a couple of big alligators that eat the turtles (presumably).

All those midge larvae and the exposed sludge attracts hordes of migrating shorebirds in spring, as in many thousands.

One morning, mid April I'm doing a bird count for the refuge. First light, heavy mist. Up from the mudflat comes a crow-sized bird flying slowly towards me, heavy deep wingbeats. This mystery bird resolves itself into a big female peregrine falcon. It flies a quarter circle around me, twenty feet up fifty yards out, looking at me curiously. That same lack of fear got a lot of peregrines shotgunned back in the days. Then it flies off with that same steady wingbeat.

Four hours later, clear sunny day, I'm at a low vantage point overlooking the mudflat, possibly 10,000 shorebirds of various sorts and sizes on those flats. Suddenly the whole thing, every bird on the flats, springs into the air. From my left a dark blur angles down and sweeps through the middle of the rising flocks, looks to be somewhere well on the far side of 100 mph. Its a peregrine, prob'ly the same one.

The peregrine swoops up at the far end carried by its momentum and goes into a flat-winged soar. Its a hot day and the falcon rapidly gains height, circling without a wingbeat, higher and higher, disappearing northwards amid the cumulus.

Birdwatcher

i might have known the owner of that plot. I do know late 70's high school classmate ended up at the state prison. Small problem with some cultivation near bagdad.

Or my time on the sheriff's department. Woman turning tricks in the forest by lynx lake, another on a park bench at thumb butte park, or for that matter over the 4th couple actively copulating on the court house square with people walking around.
then there was the hootch dug out of the side of a hill up on spruce mt, and camo'd over in the burn area. I could see movement in the hootch decided vietnam was not that far away for some.
or the pvc pipe irrigation for another grow in the bloody basin area.
then there were the homicides. Woman carved up on thumb butte trail, another killed and disembowelled and burned at alto off iron springs.
Don't want get started on the devil worship stuff.
or The guy that was a foot/panty sniffer. Would sneak into houses and steal soiled panties. We would find them after being washed properly stacked on indian hill. I could go on.
I was raised in prescott too, and still have a house there.

Roninphx,

Our cabin was on spruce mountain on the walker side. I saw some crazy things there and up around Big Bug. Probably lucky I never got hurt or attacked for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Spent many hours riding a dirtbike in very remote areas.

I once saw the mythical black panther. It was down south of Somerset KY, close to the Flat Rock Church.



The Strangest Animal I ever saw

Huey Newton? Bobby Seale?

My partners and I were duck hunting one very warm october morning. We'set out the decoys and had been waiting for about 2 hours in the blind when this 30 something woman in a canoe puts ashore on the little island across from us. My bud is just getting ready to stand up and tell her to GTFO of there when she begins to strip off her clothes and starts to tan herself! Well far be it for us to interfere with that so we sit back and watch until the first flight of mallards comes in to the decoys! She was far enough away to be out of the line of fire so we popped up and let fly! We were treated to 6 drakes and one screaming woman desperately trying to get dressed and into her canoe at the same time.. Short time later the harbor patrol comes by to bust our chops but since my partners dad is the division's captain we all just got a great laugh out of it!

So the obvious question, did you catch any fish? Slept on that "island" more than twice when i was younger. Plenty of specks. Gigged a lot of flounders in the back bay at low tide. Good times.


Clyde

While kayaking a spring flooded grass and timber bottom land, a pard and I saw a small bird of some kind land on the back of a bald eagle and ride it for several wing beats. The bird was harassing the eagle. It was slightly smaller than a sparrow, like a wren of some kind maybe, darting and pecking at the big bird as it flapped along slowly 40 feet above us. Twice the little bird zoomed onto the eagle’s back between its wings, pecked and then held on with its beak and rode the eagle. We were looking up into a fairly bright overcast sky and my eyes could not pick up color details on the small bird. It just looked dark against the clouds.

The 1st successful suicide i wrote up. A young fella sealed off the garage at grandma's house. Hand, face, neck all blackened. Lips dried and curled back to show off what were once whitish teeth.

1st dead-body river pull i was called to. Sheriff Dept. didn't use the rescue-net...used the gaff instead (bad call there). The arm pulled mostly loose at the shoulder (body had been submerged for awhile and was wedged in rocks). Body was badly bloated and I nearly threw up at the smell.

One of 1st homicides i saw reminded me of Tombstone quote, "turn your head into a canoe". Win 30-30 at bad-breath smelling range - entry in front of right ear/below right eye into/through cheekbone. Exit site - top, rear left quadrant of cranial area above/behind left ear.

All were very strange to me....just seemed surreal.

Wildlife strangeness.... i saw a whitetail doe birthing a fawn while trotting across an open field to reach the cover of a small pine-tree stand. The fawns legs were sticking out the does rear-end. I felt terrible for that poor thing.

I love hunting, but am a firm believer in immediate death of the game animal - can't stand to see an animal, any animal, suffer.

My son and I were lucky enough to spot this albino doe years ago while scouting for good bow stands....