When I landed there was a herd of deer on the airport.
There are quail in the streets, deer every where you look.
I am thinking you should move your beer camp.....sorry I meant to say your deer camp up here.
For once you have tasted flight, You will walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward; For there you have been, And there you long to return. -Leonardo da Vinci
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