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High plains guzzling...
Last weekend a friend and I fled west on US 56 about 330 miles to a ranch (owned by friends and relatives) to get away from the local fall festival. The trip was worth every mile.
We hunted some ducks on the Walnut river and got one single wood duck. Oh, well. We also saw three seiges of sandhill cranes. They were flying low, trilling their wonderful call, looking to land and surely some of the first on that huge migration.
Then we ran metal detectors on a confirmed camp ground of general Custer in the 1870's. Found nothing except for some bits of iron. Then, I descriminated out iron on my detector and went only for for stuff like bullets, brass and buttons. Nothing but silence in the headphones, just the hum of the threshold. Custer and his men's history is likely buried out of range except for only the deepest of ranging detectors.
We did some guzzling, too. Guzzlers are required on large CRP contracts to provide water for critters. They collect precipitation and deposit it in 55-gallon drums. This one was loaded with ~150 gallons of cold and clear water. We ran 3 mule deer bucks off it. Sorry. They stotted off a half mile and watched us. They were still watching us when we left. I wonder how long they waited to come back to the water.