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When I was about 11, some friends and I decided to build a tree house in a big old pine on the hill at the back of the pasture. We managed to get up to the first branch about 8 feet up and Clem was starting to nail down a platform when every yellow jacket in the branch poured out to defend their home.
Initial advice of,"Stay still and they won't sting you!" turned out to be in error. It was just under a quarter mile to the river. We made it in record time. Clem was grateful for the mud, not so much for the advice.
Best
Les
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Best
Les
My train of thought has been replaced by a bumper car.
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