
A woodcock and the boy who found him

M12 claimed two of these birds, hunting pal shot the big one in the back. Dogs stare out, unimpressed. They witnessed the misses, too.

Tanks were full in the Sandhills in November

Skye rests in some kgb shade when we take a break

Beem'd rather keep going

Sleep's there to be fought on the ride out to the hardtop.
