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Arrowheads are about all I’ve ever found.

On a high mess on a Mule Deer Hunt in MT, I found an old wolf trap chained to a tree.

In an old overhang cliff / cave in the TX Hill Country, I found a little midden, or ancient fire pit. The Wall was black from eons of Campfire smoke. Good place to get out of the rain or a stormy weather campsite. Digging around I found several pieces of 44 Henry rimfire brass and one old 50/70 brass case.
Made me wonder if they used the black powder from the rifle cases to start their Campfire ?

I've found the fence cut and gates tossed open a few times lately.

The hazards of bein' a rich family rancher?

Y'all have a good one, I'm turning in.

Later Geno.

They do that to freetail bats around here. Had a pair on the school campus doing that to house sparrows, the fledged young would gather and tear the bloody carcasses apart like a flock of velociraptors. I’ve seen em chase down and catch hummingbirds and carrying dead cardinals. Shrikes are the honey badgers of the songbird world.

Hunting with my son a few years ago, he says “dad, the ground is moving”.

I reply wtf? Did you eat a mushroom?

Him: look…. It’s moving.

We found a mole.

Pretty funny.

C'mon man, what kinda of crazy photo is that?


I have one similar:




Someone else posted a cat paw print - I also have one of those:




I also found a couple of funnel web spider nests, in Queensland (not that nasty Sydney funnel web spider but I still didn't poke around with it):










Also had a partial lunar eclipse back in 2014:

Is that why you and the horse had to go looking for/couldn't find the cows?

I found my best friend, Daisy in the woods in March of 2008 while coyote hunting. She was nothing but skin and bones and her face and front of her body were full of porcupine quills. We took her back to camp and fed her and started pulling out the quills. I took her to my home and my wife and son pulled out more quills. I put an announcement on the local radio station about her and a guy described her to a tee and showed up that night to claim her. I told him what she looked like when I found her and that we had made an appointment with the vet and he should keep it. He said she had been gone for 2 weeks and he could doctor her up himself and went on to tell how the neighbors called Animal Control because they thought he didn't take good care of them. He said she was just a throw-in on the deal when he got another dog. The previous owner was moving and was going take her out and shoot her the next day if she didn't have a home. After the guy left I told my wife, "If I ever see that dog running loose I'm going to keep her and there won't be any phone calls".
Two months later one of my friends called and said that dog is back at camp, hiding in the pole barn. I drove up, went out back and whistled and she came running out and jumped into the back seat of my truck. We had her for almost 13 years and she was the best friend I ever had. I figured it up the other day and we had walked over 6,000 miles together, just Daisy and I. All she ever asked was to be loved.
The last year saw her physical and mental health decline quickly. I knew the day was coming and dreaded it. As usual, Daisy made it easy for us. She just wandered out back, laid down and went to Dog Heaven. I hope she is waiting for me when I get there. It's amazing how a "throw-in dog" stole our hearts the way she did.

Awesome story. Thanks

Wonderful story,many thanks.

Dogs pay us back many times the cost. The hardest thing is saying goodbye.

That is the truth. "Man's best friend" they truly are.

Great story, I’ve found free dogs make some of the best. Lost my whole pack in the last year, my jack Russell, chocolate lab and the Ol weinie dog last week. Tough go.

Got a new one couple months ago, she’s shapin up pretty good.

Dang Jud, that's a rough go. Sorry to hear

Ya bad year, jack was 16, lab and weinie were 14. I’ll spread em out better this time

In Colarado, going up a steep hill on the edge of a meadow, a green
glass insulator. The old ones that screwed onto a threaded piece of Locust.
The wood was gone, no sign of any poles, tight of way... I think there had
been a mine further up the hollow at one time.

Not too much else really interesting.

One day in West Virginia Dad had to crap.
Found a nice pine at the end of the ridge, a good place to
overlook and Pop a Squat.

He got to kicking out a hole,
And found that he was the second guy to like that spot!

New pup looks like a winner though.

She’s gonna be a dandy, fetches like a sumbitch, sits and is house trained, born September 4th. Need to get her on some birds

This is the best thread I’ve read in my years sitting around The ‘Fire. Thanks to all.