Monday, April 27, 2015

Slinging at the Teesta

Nothing like slinging at a swift river with no shortage of rocks... I'm amazed at how picky I've become.  In Kentucky I would sling anything, asphalt, pinecones, I was so desperate for projectiles... but here, if it doesn't look like I could cook it sunny side up and slap it on my grits, then I don't even give it a second look...

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