MD Eastern Shore Dove Hunt
My personal ramblings and diatribes that are likely to focus on the title subjects
Over winter break senior year in high school my two best friends and I found ourselves together in the Keys. One of my friends spent his winters there, and us two visited with our parents. One day we decided to borrow a car and make the trip to Key West. As was our practice we picked up a 12 pack of Michelob around 10AM and headed south. I was driving my Dad's diesel VW Rabbit and was able to toss three consecutive beer bottles over the top of the car hitting passing road signs at 60 mph! I was truly in the zone that day.
My Dad had a violent rogue squirrel in his back yard menagerie. He watched it chase the birds and bully the other squirrels, all the while doing a slow burn. One day a wood duck entered the D.U. wood duck nesting box installed on one of his trees. He then saw the rogue squirrel follow it in. A noisy ruckus ensued. All went silent and the squirrel emerged from the box, literally bathed in blood. It was the proverbial straw. My Dad immediately fetched my 10/22 and dispatched the troublesome nut muncher. Serenity was restored to the back yard eco-system.
In my tiny high school the "slow" students shared certain classes with the rest of us, like shop, home economics, gym and music. Anyway, in wood shop the wood for projects was stored in a cool, dark crawl space under the school. You got to it by opening a heavy steel lattice gate at the end of a dead end hallway. Our shop teacher left the open padlock hanging on the gate.
Today I headed to the skeet club w/ my Dad's 20-gauge Citori Skeet Gun and three boxes of shells. I shot two rounds of skeet and a round of 5-stand. Could have used a 12-gauge for 5-stand , but it was a lot of fun. You shoot from five different "stations" like a round of trap but the targets are thrown from 8 different traps in a variety of directions and angles.

I was raised around these thing in the Lake Erie Islands. I just dug up and scanned a few pics. My family's (and my wife's family's) first boat was a 15' Lyman. This picture was taken a year before I was born and shows our dog Boots on the stern.
I used to enjoy a cup 'o joe at a variety of hip local coffee shops. Generally featuring ratty but comfortable furniture, lots of magazines, quirky patrons, hotty worker bees and a slightly bohemian atmosphere. Oh, good java and reasonable prices too.
I don't know who first told me this, but it is a truth that has stuck with me. The latest example is one Ken Bender of Aliso Viejo, CA. After having listed my Oris XXL Chronograph on Time Zone's Sales Corner website Mr. Bender began sending me somewhat abrupt messages.
Before According to the seller he was the original owner. The watch had been his daily wearer for ten years and then spent ten years in a lock box. It had never been serviced. The dial, hands and bezel were in pretty good original condition, the crystal was chipped and the crown was missing an o-ring. The watch wound and ran properly.
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