I see a fair amount of that species tubing down the river. Some favor the Garnet and Gold plumage, while others deck themselves out in {very small} coverings of Blue and Orange. Sadly many of them are at less than their best because of large amounts of sun and suds.
Lots of blue and orange plumage around here. This IS Broncos country, after all.
My sister is one of those that got her migration routes mixed up.
Not too much effect from this el nino. We are having a pretty normal summer, but had a cool spring. My two bag seed tester strains are 1 and 2 weeks into flower, but just a few of my seeds are starting to show hairs. I didn't take notes last year, but it seems to be about the same time. {13 hours 18 minutes of daylight today} I did have to pull some a week or so early because we had 7 straight days of rain in October. I'm going to do some crosses with the BST's to get an early start.
Must be honest country; your wife handing out loaded firearms to strangers would be a bad move in a lot of places, lol
She did call me at work to ask if it was alright, and which gun to give him. It was a 16 year old boy, but his daddy was up at the road keeping the snake coiled. She took a picture of the {dead} snake with the boy holding it up. It was just a hair under 6 feet.
Cottonmouths typically have a smell about them huh. I could always smell those cunts around. Had this wildlife refuge we used to grenel fish at chock full of them, soda lake.
I used to have a friend who lived by the creek swamps. We would hunt, fish and grow behind his house. You could see four or five a day when in the deep swamps. They get big as hell too.
Oh yeah, when we fished in that wlma we also snake hunted. No less than a dozen each trip there. It was absolutely full of mocassins as big as your forearm usually about 3' long, but with girth
I only got bit once, and that was by a dead Copperhead, lol. When my Daddy was a boy, he got bit by a Ground Rattler. He was rolling over logs looking for fish bait, barefooted of course. When he was a kid, if you were too young to work in the field, you fished.
The good old days.....
No shit. Daddy was five in 1928, when the depression started. They had lived in West Palm Beach and had three houses, one they lived in and two rentals. They lost all three and had to move back up to the farm. One of my Daddy's uncles had a job {and no kids}, so he went to live with them for a couple of three years. He used to talk about his uncle bringing home pork chops every Friday night. He realized he was eating better than his brothers back on the farm. When WW2 started and all the brothers went off to join the Army, they were glad to eat three times a day. The pay in hard money was just gravy.
