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    hunting
  • A simple system of changes in which bells move through the order in a regular progression
  • search: the activity of looking thoroughly in order to find something or someone
  • The activity of hunting wild animals or game, esp. for food or sport
  • hunt: the pursuit and killing or capture of wild animals regarded as a sport
  • (hunt) Englishman and Pre-Raphaelite painter (1827-1910)
    pop up
  • A pop-up picture in a book
  • A book containing such pictures
  • A pop-up menu or other utility
  • crop up: appear suddenly or unexpectedly; "The farm popped into view as we turned the corner"; "He suddenly popped up out of nowhere"
  • pop-up book: a book (usually for children) that contains one or more pages such that a three-dimensional structure rises up when a page is opened
  • pop fly: a short high fly ball
    blinds
  • The blinds are forced bets posted by players to the left of the dealer button in flop-style poker games. The number of blinds is usually two, but can be one or three.
  • Cause (someone) to be unable to see, permanently or temporarily
  • Deprive (someone) of understanding, judgment, or perception
  • window coverings, especially vertical blinds, wood blinds, roller blinds, pleated blinds
  • A window blind is a type of window covering which is made with slats of fabric, wood, plastic or metal that adjust by rotating from an open position to a closed position by allowing slats to overlap. A roller blind does not have slats but comprises a single piece of material.
  • Confuse or overawe someone with something difficult to understand
pop up hunting blinds - KillZone Hunting
KillZone Hunting Pop-Up Ground Blind Turkey Deer with Zero Detect Camo 7M
KillZone Hunting Pop-Up Ground Blind Turkey Deer with Zero Detect Camo 7M
The KillZone Turret Pop-Up Style Ground Blind with Zero Detect Camo lets you stay more mobile and hunt any area faster and quieter while staying more concealed than ever before. The Turret is quiet, easy to set up, and features a lightweight steel frame design that makes for easy and stealthy deployment in your favorite spot. The Turret features a tough, scentless carbon protected interior and weatherproof polyester fabric exterior for a durable, water-repellent finish. 4 Full View Windows with integrated portal windows and removable camo mesh coverings ensure that you're never surprised by game. A zippered door makes entry and exit a breeze. We include a convenient carry bag with shoulder strap and ground stakes at no extra charge. Features: * 4 Camo Removable-Mesh Shooting Turrets * Scent-Dampening Carbon Stealth Protection * Black-Out Interior with Open Floor * Zero Detect Camo Pattern * Includes Stakes and High Wind Tie-Downs * Size: 5'6" Square x 5'8" Tall * Collapsed Dimensions: 24" Round (Diameter) x 2" Thick * Backpack Case * Weight: 14 lbs.

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Reminded of George Zebrun...
Reminded of George Zebrun...
It's getting to be that time of year again when I think of going turkey hunting with old George. George was my grandparent's neighbor in Pittsfield, Illinois. He drove a Cavalier Wagon that he believed could not get stuck, and depending on the time of year it would be filled with hunting and fishing odds and ends. I most vividly remember it in late spring, containing several 2x4's of varying lengths tethered together by twine and camouflage burlap, piles of odd sized hunting clothes, and a turkey decoy named Henrietta. I would wake up very early, so that the topic of the day and reason for any misfortune would not be that I slept in and made us late. Sitting on the tailgate of Pop's pickup and looking out the garage door window I'd wait for the old maroon wagon to rumble up the driveway from next door. As the garage door went up and let the cold air in the shivers would wash over me as I carried my stuff to the wagon and found a place for it in the back seat. The passenger door would swing open before I was given the chance to open it, and the smell of George's cigars would wash over me. I've never been fond of cigar or cigarette smoke, but I never felt reason to complain about the little cigars George lit early in the morning and chewed on until the sun went down. I never, ever saw him light one. I can see the package sitting there in the cubby hole in the dash with no more that two of the little cigars in it, half obscured by an ancient can of bug spray. Finding a place for my feet was always a bit of a challenge because there were always shell boxes and papers on the floor boards. He'd always say "Bill up? Making a pot of coffee?" I'd show him the mountain dew can that was a fixture on my person and he'd grumble about it. "Want one of these?" he'd ask as he motioned to the little brown nub that had already created a brown ring on the corner of his mouth. Many times I had considered it, but always turned him down. Conversation for drive out to the timber almost always consisted of a combination of information gathered from the landowners and people living nearby, as well as his recollections from hunting wherever we were headed in previous years. I never got a word in. Each new piece of information that was divulged was accompanied by a sharp tap from the back of his hand to the very same spot on my upper arm, which on long rides would begin to ache. He'd always ask about the young ladies. Even though I couldn't usually see his face in the dark I knew he was giving me the eyebrows as he nudged me with his elbow and inquisitive "Eh? Eh?" Every time we went hunting it was to a different spot usually quite a ways outside of Pittsfield, and even though the heater was always blasting I'd shiver. Sometimes the moon was still up and it would illuminate the roadsides. The cornfields and stock lots gave way to hilly tall grass pasturelands and deep hollows as we grew nearer to the destination. George always had his speculations about the day based on what the weather man said and what he'd heard about at coffee the week before, and they'd pour from him as the sun drew nearer to the horizon. The road always ended in the grey light just before the sun began to color the sky. George would put out his cigar and pop it back in his mouth. He'd fling the door open, wrestle to get to his feet, slam the car door so hard I wondered if it would ever open again, and then cut loose with an often surprising imitation of a barred owl that always ended with a big hacking cough. Whether it caused a turkey to shock gobble or not, and it often did, there would be a motion and he would rasp "Over there!" He'd call me to the back of the wagon and begin hastily loading our gear into my outstretched arms. While I struggled to contain and carry everything George would get a head start and continue his long gargling "Whoo-ah's" as he went. It didn't matter where the toms called back from, he'd always already have a good spot picked out. On one particular morning we'd set up our little blind in the lowest corner of a newly planted bean field. Though he remembered the location and previous hunts well, George could never remember which trees were the best to lean on. We would set the blind up in the dark at least once before thinking better of our situation and moving it. As the sun came up and lit the the thin clouds I could finally see Old Zebrun. Not having the mindset of young hunters like myself, George never even considered matching his camouflage to the season or situation. He wore the large blotchy patterns from before hunting was big business. Guys my age call those patterns "Old Skool" and wear them for fun and to pay homage to our hunting forefathers. From any number of his pockets would come calls to be arranged around us so that they were easily found by feeling when taking our eyes off the bird wasn't an option. He had box calls, and friction calls,
Beaverun, PA: NESBA track day, early-morning
Beaverun, PA: NESBA track day, early-morning
[BB9550] So this basically is about 2/3rds of the track, the part to the right is a long right-hand off-camber sweeper back to the main straight in front, on the other side of the guardrail. I waffled back and forth on this but given my two rides for the day I choose first an R1 and then an FZ1. I picked what I thought was the R1 in the best shape out of the set of 15 or so bikes that they had (FZ6, FZ8, FZ1, R6 & R1) and I didn't know until after but my R1 had been down on the right side. Looking over them all afterwards, they pretty-much had all been down to some degree or another, mainly the R1s, because the FZs were barely ridden except by the control-riders, and as such not raced much less flipped or wrecked. And get used to it, there were a lot of guys flipping bikes. I ran two beginners' sessions and the red-flag came out at least 3 times, maybe 4. One of our demo control-riders highsided an R1 when he wasn't acting as a control-rider. There were two sets of control-riders, the NESBA control-riders and the Yamaha demo control-riders....maybe there was some intermingling but easily the Yamaha demo had its own control-riders. One of them was nice enough to shepherd me around the track for 40 minutes. Because trust me: these dudes were fast. I've been riding a bike for the better part of 10 years and they just fucking left me. I couldn't even keep up with the demo group, by the 2nd turn they were gone. And the way they worked it is that the advanced-group then the intermediates then the "beginners" (which included the demo riders) rode for about 20 minutes each, with no overlap, so I was on the track with the beginner group and the demo group was at the end of the beginner group (about 30 bikes altogether) and I was at the end of the demo group (another 6-7 bikes) and I swear no more than 3 corners later the demo-group was gone and I'm riding alone. So mainly about 3/4s of the way around my first lap I'm behind a control-rider and they are waving people by. This is where I began to rue my choice of starting on the R1, because as I suspected I'd spend most of my first ride learning the track and then have to ride the rest of my demos on the FZ1, when I really wanted to push it a bit on the R1 as it was the most race-ready and expensive bike (that's another reason why I planned to be up there for two days and ride 8 demos). The R6 I've ridden already, found it to be too small and unstable for the style of riding that I like and too down on power, fast enough if it's wound-out but it has to be wound-out to go fast. So I was familiar with the R1 having ridden one several times, twice in Romney, once in Gettysburg and once in Baltimore (all of which could have been multiple times as each demo covered multiple days and it was up to the demo-coordinators to let me ride a bike more than once). I hopped on a decent-looking R1, set the mode to B and went out on the track and immediately found I could hardly shift the thing due to the size of the boots. Plus I usually ride in leather tennis-shoes so the difference in ankle-flexibility was enormous. Put the two together and in short order I was happy cruising along in one gear. Score one for Honda and the VFR1200 and DFT with the paddle controls maybe even the automatic/hybrid whatever, not having to manually shift a bike on the track is a big deal, seamless shifting even better, some limited slip on the clutch also a good thing. You want some engine-braking but not a wheel lockup when you drop a gear or close the throttle. The problem is that once again I found the R1 to be a pain in the ass to ride slow. There's about a half-inch of play in the throttle in B mode (in A mode there's much less play but it goes on- and off-throttle much more aggressively) and it's jerking back and forth either on or off-throttle, meanwhile I'm trying to just figure out the *track* much less a line, not drop the bike, deal with the blind turns, figure-out where to brake (as many of the turns were blind and all of them were new to me), just ride the track, for the first 3 laps at least I'm not even trying to go fast. I ended-up leaving it in 2nd gear most of the time and only downshifting for the slow right hander before the straight and the slow left-hander at the end of the straight. I might hit third coming down the hill on the off-camber turn at the back of the picture and then there's the whole straight with a slight left kink there under the lightpost, but at the end of the straight there's a long slow uphill righthand turn and that's first-gear especially on a bike like the R1 which has no real power below 4k or so. It was significantly easier on the FZ1 but still....none of these bikes can compete with my carbureted FJ1200 for smooth power-delivery. They might make more power but it just comes on with a bang. It's not linear as you twist the throttle. I know they have stronger engines but they are much more jerky. So fine, I found a gear and a speed at whic

pop up hunting blinds
pop up hunting blinds
Deer Turkey instant pop up hunting ground blind NEW 80539
Retail value: $109.99!! You are bidding on a brand new Deer/Turkey instant up / pop up camo hunting blind. Pop up camo hunting blind can be setup and taken down in less than a minute. This blind is brand new in the box and has never been used!! Blind comes complete with handy carry bag, stakes, guy ropes and much more. Instant pop up camo blind has many features including: * Three zippered windows with a shoot through camo mesh design. * Patented water resistant all weather silent brushed Autumn leaf camo pattern. * Light reducing black PU backing inside blind for better concealment. * Non flame retardant. * Patented EZ Twist construction for quick set-up and take down. * Carry bag, stakes and high wind tie downs included. * Removable camo mesh in hook and loop attachments. * One full seam zippered entrance. * Two fiberglass poles for roof support. * Size: Approx. 68" L x 68" W x 65" H. * Blind does not have a floor.

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