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05-10-2021, 02:46 PM | #13 | |||||||
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05-10-2021, 04:20 PM | #14 | ||||||
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Wow!
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05-10-2021, 07:23 PM | #15 | ||||||
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There was an aviation event in Florida, I believe, where a private pilot was doing some Sunday flying in a single engine aircraft. Following the incident the pilot declared an emergency to the tower. As is customary during an emergency declaration the airport was closed to traffic and the runway cleared. The pilot landed successfully, stopped in the middle of the runway, and exited the aircraft quickly. He proceeded to get on his hands and knees to barf repeatedly. Apparently while boring holes in the Florida sky he struck a vulture which came through the wind screen and splattered vulture parts throughout the cabin. Now, I am not sure this qualifies as a true emergency but the pilot certainlu thought so. Mike Franzen might concur.
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05-11-2021, 09:10 AM | #16 | ||||||
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Concur, I do! I have never encountered anything living or dead that smells like that. They make the Elephant House at the zoo smell like roses in comparison.
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05-11-2021, 12:25 PM | #17 | ||||||
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I would say that was a emergency....charlie
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06-01-2021, 01:17 PM | #18 | ||||||
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I had a coyote run in and knock down two of my three turkey decoys this spring in Kansas. He loped off and looked back w/ a strange look back at the remaining decoy! One decoy he knocked down WAS being held up by a 1/2" wooden dowel, which was broken in two. That surprised me!
Several years ago I watched a coyote stalking my decoys in Missouri, but he too was unsuccessful...! I guess they have to eat, too? |
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This morning I noticed my turkey decoy was knocked over |
06-02-2021, 03:58 PM | #19 | ||||||
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This morning I noticed my turkey decoy was knocked over
Nothing wrong with eating robins, they taste just like doves. When I was a kid (seventy years ago) my Dad and I found a holly tree full of berries that the robins were feasting on. We carefully killed a mess of the males with .22 shorts. Later that night we had a feast of fried robins for supper. Only problem was my Dad got a bone stuck in his throat. Went to the doctor the next day and the look on the doctors face when my Dad explained the problem he was there for was priceless.
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