|Little Ritchie with the big 'un of the day.|
|She's ready. And dead sexy.|
|The evenin's bounty.|
After a non-recovered kill and a miss from the hogs under the shed last week, I hadn't seen a hog out there until today. I finally remembered to calm down and take my time, and anchored this fat male with a perfect head shot. Definitely my biggest whistlepig of the year at 11 pounds.
As much as I hate the state of Maryland, occasionally one must head on down and assimilate to the local customs.
I've often said, if it wasn't for Old Bay seasonin', the Chesapeake Bay fishin', the Eastern Shore huntin', and Orioles baseball, I'd be perfectly okay with never comin' down to this shithole state. Any place with helmet laws and gun restrictions is not a place for me.
|The kid got to meet the fellas from Suicide Silence, his favorite band.|
|Panoramic of the Jiffy Lube Live Pavilion.|
|Spotlights durin' the Korn set.|
|The top of Muddy Creek Falls. For some reason, nobody|
else wanted to venture that close with me.
|From the edge of Swallow Falls. Solo, again.|
|Muddy Creek Falls from the bottom.|
|The ol' man strikes his infamous pose.|
|Me and that purty gal of mine.|
|Momma takin' pictures of Swallow Falls.|
|Lookin' downstream from the top of Swallow Falls.|
|Joe and I took Alex out to the top|
of Tolliver Falls, which was more
|Nose to the glass.|
|Pourin' on the coal|
|The view from Depot Street in Frostburg.|
|Jesse and Uncle Joe, bein' careful to not wake the baby!|
|The back of the coal car.|
|Alex, hammin' it up for Uncle Bear's camera.|
|Never a bad time for "ba".|
|Tools of the trade....|
|Campfire close-up (but not too close).|
|Bacon pancakes. Why, you ask? Why not?|