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I took my daughter with me on an outing way down in the swamp today. It all looks the same. You must trust your compass. We would be travelling nearly due South at 164 degrees (almost no declination here) from Scrub lake to Oyster Shell, crossing several creeks.
It's jungle out there!
You need a real knife to hack through the thick stuff.
Our first creek to cross:
Yes, this fat old man did it first! Bonnie did well, too.
The old man slashing through the pigmy bamboo.
I had to use the big Dog Father to remove obstacles while balancing on a log. Not easy for a fat old man.
We reached our destination, an old Indian mound.
Using a deliberate offset, I hit every crossing within 25 feet on the way back.
It was a great outing!
It's jungle out there!
You need a real knife to hack through the thick stuff.
Our first creek to cross:
Yes, this fat old man did it first! Bonnie did well, too.
The old man slashing through the pigmy bamboo.
I had to use the big Dog Father to remove obstacles while balancing on a log. Not easy for a fat old man.
We reached our destination, an old Indian mound.
Using a deliberate offset, I hit every crossing within 25 feet on the way back.
It was a great outing!
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