BigWaveDave
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I started in my front yard w/ a 46 Jeff, then my neighbor gave me the OK to hunt her back yard. I focused on the old clothesline corner, and scrounged some clad and a wheat. I called "one last target" as football was calling (Sunday)... then this little honey presented herself, born in Philly in 1935, I have named her Shannon.
Very, very exciting!
Very, very exciting!
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