Sore legs, no horns
"they feed on grass but principally on the arromatic herbs which grow on the clifts and inaccessable hights which they usually frequent. the places they gerally celect to lodg is the cranies or cevices of the rocks in the faces of inacessable precepices, where the wolf nor bear can reach them and where indeed man himself would in many instancies find a similar deficiency; yet these anamals bound from rock to rock and stand apparently in the most careless manner on the sides of precipices of many hundred feet. they are very shye and are quick of both sent and sight."-Meriwether Lewis, Journal May 25, 1805 (emphasis added)
The only way to get closer to heaven is by flying.
I'd rather walk.
posted by The Mad Fishicist | 3:35 PM
7 Comments:
Merriweather Lewis can't spell worth a darn.
I'm so glad you got to go and play outside for a few days, Isaac. You always seem more at peace when you've gotten your big journey in for the year.
Sorry you didn't get any horns this year. I hope you had a good time anyway.
But was it fun?
Well said my sheep hunting brethren. He is out there still, waiting for your next walk.
look at Corie's blog pix of Don, Tim, and Wade hunting... it's almost an exact of the pix from their recent August hunt.
look at Corie's blog pix of Don, Tim, and Wade hunting... it's almost an exact of the pix from their recent August hunt.
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