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Join Date: Nov 2002
Location: Rogue Valley, Oregon
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My father in law and I were camping and fishing near Hart Mountain in Southeast Oregon. One morning, the FIL left camp to relieve himself. I was packing up sleeping bags etc. and happened to look up. I saw a coyote slinking through the rocks, in the direction of where I thought my FIL was. I thought that was odd so I drew my 1911 and drove a Hydrashock through his chest. FIL stood up, pulling on his drawers and said, "thanks, he was stocking me and getting too close".
Always take a gun with you for your morning constitutional.
Troy
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Troy
Past: 1975 911S Silver Anniversary-rebuilt and sublime.
Past: 1988 Carrera-backdated with a 3.6 and all the goodies.
Present: 2011 GMC 2500HD with the 6.0 & 4x4!, 2004 Toyota Sequoia (wife's)
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