tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831008888393528890.post4714770011160149604..comments2024-03-21T12:27:32.289-07:00Comments on Wilderness Blues- Ramblings from the Great Land: First Grade Lessonstbbottshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17080934753744624004noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831008888393528890.post-22628522878671369202013-02-18T08:06:43.031-08:002013-02-18T08:06:43.031-08:00Haha...busted me up...jen probably didn't even...Haha...busted me up...jen probably didn't even remember she was carrying it til you asked her for it back when you got homeajnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831008888393528890.post-87210177257946538442013-01-16T10:59:40.206-08:002013-01-16T10:59:40.206-08:00Hi Autumn- yeah, never a dull moment with Jen. I d...Hi Autumn- yeah, never a dull moment with Jen. I don't think she's seen this post yet. I'm debating whether or not I should show it to her tonight when they're here for dinner.T B Bottsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831008888393528890.post-49322051556799721832013-01-15T14:21:12.998-08:002013-01-15T14:21:12.998-08:00Love the pics, beautiful. And then there's Jen...Love the pics, beautiful. And then there's Jen...always a good time with her!!!Autumnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831008888393528890.post-88817463821051483822013-01-14T19:46:16.557-08:002013-01-14T19:46:16.557-08:00Hey Ben- Yeah, I love the woods. We saw all kinds ...Hey Ben- Yeah, I love the woods. We saw all kinds of deer tracks in the snow and I was hoping that we might actually see a deer or two, but we were being too noisy. Never go on a walk with Jen and expect to see any wildlife. Between the scuffing of her feet and the ongoing conversation, you'd have to run across something deaf in order to see it. I'm glad you like the knife. I need to find something to send Brian now.tbbottshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17080934753744624004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831008888393528890.post-19446081054894606412013-01-14T19:43:21.218-08:002013-01-14T19:43:21.218-08:00HI Rene- On that particular day it was a low tide....HI Rene- On that particular day it was a low tide. I can't remember ever seeing so many mussels and barnacles. I found the paper that I had written some info on barnacles about and saw that they are hermaphroditic and alternate between being male and female. Imagine that... or don't. I have some large hunks of driftwood that I buried standing up and bound with a rope in my front yard. I picked it up when we were at False Bay one time. When I was digging the hole to bury it the kid across the street called out-Who died? I imagine the flowers would do even better if I'd had someone to bury there.tbbottshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17080934753744624004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831008888393528890.post-16041648411900872962013-01-14T19:10:36.740-08:002013-01-14T19:10:36.740-08:00I've always loved how the timber looks out at ...I've always loved how the timber looks out at the cannery,...peaceful forrest,..hell i like the Tongass period. Good post,..and thanks again for the knife! it'll be used on many a hunts to come.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1831008888393528890.post-25472079008961540512013-01-14T18:35:08.978-08:002013-01-14T18:35:08.978-08:00Winter walks are sometimes more revealing than at ...Winter walks are sometimes more revealing than at other times. I particularly like low tide after a winternight's storm when, depending upon your location, the beach is full of interesting treasure. Consider that Ms. B may be hoping you don't claim the one she's toting...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com