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We ran into this kind of nasty business all the time in the wilds of Borneo during my stint in the SAS. Those little native buggers were fond of all kind of dirty tricks and a careful eye on your surroundings kept you alive( our fondness for the SLR did as well). The birds would usually signal trouble afoot to our headhunter guides. Perhaps setting up some form of recce basha might reveal your antagognist?

Splended!

A modest contribution of $50.

Well played young man. A prudent retreat in the face of overwhelming difficulties is the mark of a sensible climber.

Thank you young man, your kindness is a reflection those halcion days when this great game was a gentlemen's pursuit. With most fond regards, ~Winchester

I spoke to a dear friend in the employ of the Forest Service who informed me that Midnight Rock is indeed closed for now, pending the successful pairing of the Falco peregrinus. Snow Creek Wall is open for now, the birds were spotted winging about near the north end of the wall suggesting that they are in the April Fools or Easter tower area. All this takes me back to my time in the employ of the Sultan of Ryddah of the Al Zahrani teaching the queens english to his son, Prince Fahim. Quas, the arab sport of falconry, is a tradition beyond the years and the Sultan kept a pair of fine birds. One day the female of the pair spotted the Sultan's fat siamese cat and the poor feline did not stand a chance of escape. Fortunately the cat's considerable girth kept both firmly on terra firma as the falcon could not lift the rotund feline skyward. Much chaos ensued as both predator and prey, firmly locked together, tore through the palace in a flurry of feathers and fur. The cat managed to escape only after running under the Sultan's bed. Extracting the siamese from under said bed is another story best left for another time. [img:left]http://www.hrc.utexas.edu/exhibitions/web/ddd/includes/images/475/395.jpg[/img]

I invest in oil exploration, weapons manufacturing, health care and financial services, but I'm backing out of that last one. I've done quite well in these areas, making a rate of return well above the market's average, despite these tough times. I don't invest in good intentions, I invest in what pays.

Good god! Have these monsters no shame? With the housing prices in the loo, this is hard to believe! Sign the petition man, sign!

Respectfully, this is why smoking a pipe promotes a sense of well being and health whilst taking in the sights. If one finds yourself faltering and in need of rejuvenation,a vigorous coupling with a hearty lass has many of the same curative qualities. Regular practice of both keeps the heart full of vitality and good humor. Sage advice for more than one sulking boor in these parts.

I've never been fond of shoulder stands, but it felt like HVS.

Brilliant, what a grand adventure! I recall an expedition to search for the lost treasure of the Sierra Madre in 1951. Lost for 43 days and near death, we stumbled onto what is now known as El Potrero Chico. A 7 year old sheep herder's son was kind enough to share a bit of food and water, saving us from near certain death. Edmund Hause, the son of the duke of Leeds, was so grateful he christened the towering heights Crag Homero in honor of the charitable young lad. We rested in the shade of those majestic ramparts for three weeks until our strength returned. Our party carried forth on to the warm azure waters of the Gulf of Mexico where we sought passage home on a tramper loaded with cotton, bound for Morocco. Unfortunately the duke's son wad killed by Azeem, the ship's swarthy Egyptian cook, after being accused of cheating in a game of hearts.

You colonials must be barmy to worry about every bit of celestrial rubbish or some minor rumbler, buck up man!

The companionship of a faithful hound outweighs many of a man's other reationships. Condolences nary soothe the loss, even after the passage of the years.

A little of mother's love and a bit of the strong stuff and you'll be right as rain!

Ten and two, ten and two.

My father is shown in this picture inspecting the head of a rather large Eunectes murinus . Anacondas usually do not grow to this size, but this chap managed to survive to ripe old age. Father Niles Remington, shown third from the left, kept the snake as a pet for many years, until the unfortunate morning when the good Padre found the snake eating his prize Carrier Pigeons. Dispaching the serpent with a single shot from his pistol, Father Remington became the new owner of a must unusual set of snakeskin boots.

From A.G.H.O.S.T... "We have been keeping this photo under wraps for quite awhile. This was taken on one of our investigations at a historical hotel known as the Bush House in Index, WA. This place has had tons of rumors of ghostly activity and we just had to check it out for ourselves. Throughout the night we came across strange ecto formations which you can see here under the Bush House investigation. But the one thing that really made this trip worth while, was this incredible picture of what seems to be a column of energy shooting straight into the sky from the roof of the hotel. Now I'm convinced that this is not a reflection. Cause if it was, the light would be overlapping the roof. But as you can see, that is not the case. It was sprinkling and we checked to see if it could have been water on the lens. But that would have shown in the rest of the pictures. I myself have not found a way to come up with a natural explanation and while keeping it under wraps I did pass it around to other ghost researchers to see if they could come up with an explanation, but none were given. We are planning a trip back there soon and will keep you posted. Wish us luck" A.G.H.O.S.T. web site link

The shades of grey are so pretty this time of day... My dear boy, the patriot act would affect your life more if you had a certain name or religious background. The level at which TPA is applied is above the common man, above the powers of industry, above the laws themselves. They may be reading you email. They can monitor your international calls. And yes, they listen in... if you fit the profile.

Take time to enjoy the dry, healthful desert air. This photo of Prof. Edmund Weatherby III admiring this fine specimen of Yucca breifolia was taken in winter 1948. Traveling east from Los Angeles, the trip to Palm Springs took three days. Our man Weatherby pored over each new wonder the desert produced with great interest. Hardly stopping long enough to inspect this bayonetted Joshua tree,he posed in the shade for this photo. Catching sight of some other oddity of nature, he was off again.

I have splendid memories of traversing three lovely sisters from Oregon. We shared an enchanted holiday indeed. The first required a bit of work... The other two were in the bag, just a matter of patience and good fortune. The climbing was good as well, a bit dodgy.