My last foray in the Sandhills Thursday the temp was 85 degrees, and both dogs and James were wise enough to let me have it all to myself. smile

We are now on the North shore of Superior with our host Fourtrax. Got my first woodcock ever, and had a little trouble finding it (I was so excited I didn't mark the bird very well). Kept calling Cocoa back to the area I thought the bird was. Finally she stopped at one spot, put down her nose and sniffed at something; lifted her head and looked at me, and walked off. I walked over to the spot she sniffed at, and there was the bird.




Here James has found one of those Pokemon things:




Tolerance: the abolition of absolutes

Consistency is the currency of credibility