SNIPE HUNT

If you ever go on a snipe hunt, be patient, good things will come your way.

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“Here, Snipey, Snipey!” Here, Snipey, Snipey! Here, Snipey, Snipey!

The cries of gullible young boys, beating bushes, after dark, rang out, somewhere in the woods, among briers and poison ivy.  I was one of those suckered in by some world wise, (at least I thought they were), teenage boys at church camp one summer.

Of course, being abandoned, left holding a burlap bag and a big stick, for an hour or two, with laryngitis from mindless shouting, scratched up arms and legs, numerous chigger, mosquito bites, itchy poison ivy rashes, brought new-found wisdom.   And more that a little embarrassment.  Later, I passed on the experience to a new generation.

It wasn’t nearly as much fun, as I thought it would be.  I suppose pangs of guilt were to blame.  Snipes really did exist–just not where I grew up.  A local photographer recently captured an image of this elusive bird. My most important takeaways…

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Author: warturoadam77p

65 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

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