Originally Posted By: King Brown
....I've enjoyed plinking ever since....

....I live on 50 acres in the woods...

....without a soul ever knowing....

I weep for the formerly pristine acreage, forever tainted by decades of wanton lead disposal. The only relief is that some of the toxic poisons, that are not consumed by nesting waterfowl, run off into the marsh, that an infamous comfy chair and computer terminal overlooks. Big sigh, and with a heavy heart, signed the gimpy Bald Eagle that can fly no more.