Tuesday with Alfie
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The idea being to trounce and bounce around the Franklin Parker Preserve, but that was reserved for hunters. So what do friends do? Friendship!
(if you're ever with Alfie, never, ever mention his bald spot!)
Soph and Spark had all the energy. Shane Branch and Friendship bridge in background.
crossing a beaver dam and heading to the wild and crazy but pretty area.
Sophie has trained in gymnastics.
Sparky looking for poisonous mushrooms.
shared congrats for having made it through the hard part!
the long (and easier, believe it or not) way home.
(if you're ever with Alfie, never, ever mention his bald spot!)
Soph and Spark had all the energy. Shane Branch and Friendship bridge in background.
crossing a beaver dam and heading to the wild and crazy but pretty area.
Sophie has trained in gymnastics.
Sparky looking for poisonous mushrooms.
shared congrats for having made it through the hard part!
the long (and easier, believe it or not) way home.
Gentlemen, I see your two Labs are drawn to sticks just as much as they are drawn to water. Who would have imagined anything different?
Whipp, this set of pictures has a sense of calmness captured in them. It may be because of the glassy water in the images.
Whipp, this set of pictures has a sense of calmness captured in them. It may be because of the glassy water in the images.
Very nice Bill. It looks like an interesting day in a great place.
BTW, I noticed this morning that on the bridge at Friendship there is a lost dog sign with what looks to be a chocolate lab in the photo. It says they were lost in a house fire. I assume they ran off??
Guy
BTW, I noticed this morning that on the bridge at Friendship there is a lost dog sign with what looks to be a chocolate lab in the photo. It says they were lost in a house fire. I assume they ran off??
Guy
My lab (the one without the curly tail) got hot on a mile long bushwack back to the car today and as we crossed a small swamp she found a water hole and laid down in it with just her head sticking out of the water.These dogs are hard.They run into things with their heads that would kill me and they bounce off and keep going.Woods beasts.
Sometimes i think I'd love to be a Woods Beast.Running through the woods at 30 mph,crashing through ice to wallow in the water and actually enjoying it.Feeling no pain as briars rake me and i bounce head first off trees,and then I saw my Woods beast eat a beaver turd and I decided to stay a man.
Union Lake WMA/Maurice River Bluffs Nature Preserve
Alfie and I stayed local this week, checking out some areas near his home in Millville/Laurel Lake. We pretty much drove around Union Lake Wildlife Management Area before joining up with Al's brother, Bill, and walking for a few hours around the bluffs on the Maurice River. Enjoy the photos.
Beautiful Photos!
Lynn
white pine grove
walking the bluff trails
Bill (nearly as handsome as his brother)
old grain silo (so sez the historian we had along)
spring
a most impressive mansion
check out the chimney!
inside
inside spin
the back yard
final leg
T
Toothy Critter
Guest
Now that's funny right there...I don't care who ya are...
Well, that is the one thing I didn't see. I only saw the real Al. I'll never forget the one trip we had where I saw a black racer take off away from me and you were nearby. When I yelled snake!, you took off after it like a bat outta hell, mowing down waist high dangle-berry bushes and busting up branches like they were straw.
Usually they roll in it, then run joyfully back. I have learned to beware when the dog suddenly drops and rolls with all 4 feet waving. Several dogs past, the big chessie/lab mix romped back to me with something hanging from her prong collar; a very dead, very ripe crow. Made her day!
I must tell a story and yes it's true. back in the late 80's in November I took my buddy Bobby and my dog Lightning to the barrens. You could access the road by vehicle next to pleasant Mills church back then and we drove back to the parking area on the left and then headed east across the Sleeper Creek to the Mullica and then headed upstream till we hit the first bluff/beach.At this point my Buddy Bob says hey Al if your the man I think you are you'll join me in a swim across the creek.I knew the creek was only about belly deep there and could be walked across but it was about 40 degrees and he was challenging my manhood so this meant complete submersion in the icy black water.back then we could never say no to a dare or we would forever be demasculated in the eyes of the other.Now we are old and wise and just laugh at each others dares but we do continue to make them anyway but know the pain would be too great and nothing heals anymore.Well before we took the dip Bob announced loudly his need to defecate so he headed for the treeline while I stripped to my skivvies.His deed done he came back and we walked down to the creek and plunged in head first.Three or four strokes brought me to the other side.We sat there fighting off the urge to shiver which would have been an act of overt effeminacy.We then swam back across and as we were redressing I heard Bob say whats Lightning rolling in over there.We both looked at each other and said at the same time "Oh S#&T"! And yes it was indeed.We immediately got into an argument as to who was cleaning the dog off.Bobs argument was it was my dog,Mine was it was his S#&t.He said he didn't want it anyway and thats why He left it there.Well neither one would give in so while I drove an hour home He had to reach back and hold the dog by the collar the whole way home to keep him from climbing upfront with us.Needles to say all windows were open in 40 degree weather all the way home. Whenever i pass that beach nowadays I always relate that story to whoever was with me.This is one reason I choose not to be a dog but to stay a man.If i want to disguise my scent I"ll put on some deodorant.
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Funny, how its the goofy things you will always remember with exact detail