jackpinebarrens
Jackpine Barrens
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I never wrote a poem in my life, but if I did it would be about ducks (Gordon MacQuarrie)
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jackpinebarrens · 8 hours ago
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Better than an office………
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jackpinebarrens · 1 day ago
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Some people ask why men go hunting. They must be the kind of people who seldom get far from highways. What do they know of the tryst a hunting man keeps with the wind and the trees and the sky?
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jackpinebarrens · 2 days ago
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jackpinebarrens · 7 days ago
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the holiday music got to me today……so sue me…..
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jackpinebarrens · 7 days ago
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jackpinebarrens · 8 days ago
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jackpinebarrens · 10 days ago
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jackpinebarrens · 10 days ago
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Lake Koshkonong, Wi late 1800s
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jackpinebarrens · 10 days ago
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Awaiting the next flight but running out of time.
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jackpinebarrens · 10 days ago
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jackpinebarrens · 11 days ago
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November 11, 1940-“The winds of hell were loose on the Mississippi Armistice Day and Night,” “they came from the south and west, a mighty freezing force. They charged down the high river bluffs to the placid stream below and reached with deadly fingers for the life that beat beneath the canvas jackets of hundreds of duck hunters”……”Mother Nature caught hundreds of duck hunters on the Armistice Day Holiday. She lured them out to the marsh with fine, whooping wind, and when she got them there she froze them like muskrats in traps. She promised ducks in the wind. They came all right, but by that time the duck hunters were playing a bigger game with the wind, and their lives were at stake.” “The wind did it, the furious wind that pierced any clothing, that locked outboard engines in sheaths of ice, that froze on faces and hands and clothing, so that survivors crackled when they got to safety and said their prayers”…..excerpted from “Icy Death Rides Gale on Duck Hunt Trail” - Milwaukee Journal November 13, 1940. As reported by Gordon MacQuarrie
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jackpinebarrens · 11 days ago
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jackpinebarrens · 12 days ago
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7 months, second hunt
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