Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Deer Hunting
Finally success! We usually spot numerous deer on our evening drives. This year has been totally uneventful until now. Tonight we were about to give up and go home when Ron spotted one in a field. Upon closer examination, we saw a couple of fawns nearby. Further down the road we saw two more. We then turned into a field and shined the lights and saw one walking across the edge of the woods. Happy to know we still had deer around, we drove home. As we entered the city limits, a good sized buck crossed the road in front of us. There is just something exciting about spotting deer. I don't take my camera anymore, because we have better luck if I don't have the camera with me.
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