My rescue cat from the local pound would wheeze and blow out some long flo green chit,and then run with it swinging around Kitten, given clean bill of health by pound's vet.............they spayed her............lucky they didn't kill her then. The ol lady has blown about 800 and the orange terror is doing way better, but white blood cell count a little too high, some chit still in one lung.............2 more weeks of drugs and then declaw. Been 3 months to clean this cat up.
Her boogers were massive........even for a human. Scaled to a cat..........must of been plum filled w the junk. Grown a bunch, fur all evened out, fluffy.................now that she's 80% of so.......the speed and power, is amazing. Friggin' orange flash of lightning she is.
No pics of cat snot.........that chit swinging all around as she ran freaked out...........we were just trying to minimize the mess.
l told my pap and mam I was going to be a mountain man; acted like they was gut-shot. Make your life go here. Here's where the peoples is. Mother Gue, I says, the Rocky Mountains is the marrow of the world, and by God, I was right. - Del Gue
found a bifurcated base, early archaic point laat week and a heart breaker Harpeth River knife with the needle tip busted off.
Ren50 got a serrated kirk out of the trip
Kinda funny when I said you seeing anything on the way outta that one feild next to the road.
10 seconds later Bam, I find the Kirk laying their like captain obvious.
Found what looks like a big sandy earlier on the typewriter ridge.
30 seconds later you find that harpeth river not 20 yards away like captain obvious.
These are the only ones I have now. Slumlord has a nice high grade 9 lowish grade 10 Clovis I gave him 3 yrs ago. So that counts for something. But I bought a 15+1 double stack .380 that is accurate. outta collecting arrowheads and selling the collection I had to an old guy that no longer can get out to look for em.
Start looking for some more in next couple weeks when the ground starts getting plowed.
Damn! If it wasn’t so much I’d thought it was yer brains!!!
Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."