I'm sorry, but...
Guiding the nation's political process has become a lower priority here this week as Camp J hosts the annual Brome Shark Convention and great F. and S. Clans (Plus Friends ) Great Annual Pheasant Shoot-At.
Six are in the field at the moment. I'm recuperating and will join them later.
Generally, the ringnecks are in a state of annoyance, more due to some classically beautiful dog work* than to any real fear of bodily injury.
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*A nod to Budda and Storm. Unfortunately,New Dog Libby, turns out to be a hoplophobe and will henceforth earn her keep through sweetness.
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