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2009
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November
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- Day 507 - Happy Birthday Dad
- Day 506 - In The Pines
- Day 505 - You Don't Have Claws At All!
- Day 504 - T.V. Purchase
- Day 503 - Happy Thanksgiving!
- Day 502 - Thanksgiving Eve
- Day 501 - U-Turn
- Day 500 - The Doofus
- Day 499 - Kelsey
- Day 498 - Holiday Open House
- Day 497 - Bike Path
- Day 496 - Clogged
- Day 495 - Sunrise
- Day 494 - Old Deer Stand
- Day 493 - What's Left of Wolf Point
- Day 492 - Logged
- Day 491 - The Drive Up
- Day 490 - Garage Sale
- Day 489 - Sharp and Creamy
- Day 488 - Happy Accident
- Day 487 - Blades
- Day 486 - Window Light
- Day 485 - Walrus Whiskers
- Day 484 - Point and Shoot
- Day 483 - Power Lines Every Day
- Day 482 - My Arms Are Tired
- Day 481 - Nice Light
- Day 480 - Red Light, Green Light
- Day 479 - Sammi Two Collars
- Day 478 - Oz's House of Shrooms
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2 comments:
Why don't they call it a "Deer Sit"?
Ha, no clue. But I also never use them. I usually walk or sit down on a log.
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