Roberts Branch was the area of choice today for 'poorbill and the Snapper (whips both). The former was full of confidence as he was jaunting around all zigzagged for the first time with a GPS in his hand. Snap still laid out the trip. I wouldn't recommend anyone try to visit the area without a GPS, or your body might be found somewhere in the vicinity of Carranza Road.
Roberts Branch fattens out nicely at our appointed start-up point, thanks to a beaver with an MBA in river damming.
The next photos were taken upstream, at one of our first way points (GPS lingo, Baby!). Of all the beautiful places we saw today, this won the prize. The MBA'd beaver lives in a finely constructed lodge not really see-able in both photos (left side of branch). There's also a duck blind here, which Snap enjoys the view from in the second photo.
We saw no ducks, so I didn't shoot any.
Much miserable are you kidding me, Alfie? bushwhacking was involved with this trip. "I'm giving this stupid toy back to Santa!" But Snap always redeems himself.
An example of his insanity.
We island hopped, of course. One ruled the roost. I'd live here.
Snap knows 'poorbill's happy.
These photos are only a few of several exposures snapped of Snap's posterior (not bad) as he led us on the longest leg of the journey. A meadow walk. We loves meadows, we do. (Note: Hardly a ray of sunshine during the afternoon today, which would have set these scenes ablaze.)
Unless there is a serious GPS malfunction (my one and Snap's half dozen worked fine), ones trip usually finishes where it began.
Welcome to the straight-tree portion of this display.
The survivors ...
Good night,
Bill
