Was out this morning for an early hour on the small hit patch I've been going back too. Got a .11 bit not worthy of a picture but the rest of the short morning is worth a share. After the initial find of color I walked over to some oldtimer holes, small diameter and about 2 feet deep. I started detecting the sides and kicking out the leaves and sticks, as we do. Well, on the last hole I put a real boot to it to clear it in one swipe and successfully accomplished ejecting everything and everyone from said hole. Now, if you've never seen a shingle back lizard fly, trust me, they are ungraceful as Hell. ZERO aerodynamic qualities at all. This poor fella went about 4 meters at an altitude of about 9 feet. Had REALLY good hangtime. Im not sure which of us was more surprised. After his unceremonious landing I went over to check his wellbeing and offer my apologies. He wanted to hear none of it. He wouldn't even talk to me. Ungrateful bugger.
After this encounter I went back to swinging even though the wind was picking up quite a bit. It seems ol' lizard boy tried to have revenge. I hear, overhead, a large "snap" and look up as a tree branch is coming to visit me with gathering speed. Was kind of slow motion in the same way that the lizard probably watched the Earth slowly rotate beneath him. I figured one step to the left would give Mr. Branch the room he wanted and was rewarded with a 3mil gap between him and my brain pan.
After this excitement I chucked the gear in the General Lee an took my butt home.
P.S. Don't nobody tell Bridget about the tree limb.
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