In '97, a young wilderness guide I was training had a freshly carved bow drill set that squeaked as he worked it to get a coal for a fire. Guess it sounded like the mating call of a wild turkey, because a bird strikingly similar to this one suddenly popped out of the brush. Maybe Bob is honing his wilderness skills?
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WTF?
Is Bob going to start blogging here?
I have no idea what kind of dirt Rob thinks he has on me.
However, to answer Rob's question, my mother's house.
To answer Jeff's question, I wish I knew.
To answer Misty's question, no.
-Bob
In '97, a young wilderness guide I was training had a freshly carved bow drill set that squeaked as he worked it to get a coal for a fire. Guess it sounded like the mating call of a wild turkey, because a bird strikingly similar to this one suddenly popped out of the brush. Maybe Bob is honing his wilderness skills?
That picture is the best George Bush has looked in a long time
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