BODE MILLER MISSES GATE IN SLALOM, VEERS OFFCOURSE, SHOT IN THIGH AT BIATHLON VENUE.
BAL DROPS TO .280 DURING HOSPITAL CONFINEMENT
Says Bode: "It's awesome, man... I got to party and get shot on an Olympic level!"
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JAPAN WINS LADIES' FIGURE SKATING GOLD
JAP TAKES SILVER
Since 2009, the retirement home of Shot On Site Photography... the source of the finest sighthound performance images in the world. As of August 1, 2022, the blog will become much more photo-centric. Not only will I post images from the homestead in the foothills of the Little Florida Mountains, and surrounding environs, but also tips about shooting, editing, archiving, software, hardware and more. The political rants will become few and far between (but not eliminated! It is 2022 after all!)
Monday, February 27, 2006
Thursday, February 23, 2006
SIGN, SIGN, EVERYWHERE A SIGN
"There's sign everywhere"
"Lots of fresh sign here!"
"Look at all the sign!"
What the hell is that all about? Left Behind cultists predicting the EndTimes? Preparing for the Rapture? What are they talking about, these wandering voices in the desert? Nothing so monumental as that. They're talking about the body waste from Lepus Californicus. Jackrabbit crap. But to hear the hunters as they slowly walk the desert hoping to flush a hare, you'd think they were discussing the Communion Wafer Body of Christ
The CW is, that when you see jackrabbit sign, you will soon see a jackrabbit! What it really means is: Absolutely Nothing.
In my short hunting career, if I've learned anything, it's that these critters shit way out of proportion to their numbers. One jackrabbit can litter acres of desert, I swear it's true. If it weren't true then we actually would jump a jackrabbit when we see fresh sign. It seldom happens. Oh, that it were true.
But like any creature of habit, we'll be out there again next Winter, talking about sign. And I'll be as guilty as the next guy.
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