In the tall weeds sat two very guilty looking lads, with one waving a howdy of implied innocence...I came about these two as Steve and I played a game of catch-up (though nearly one called 'blood red as ketchup') after traversing a previous rather HUGE gator pond unbenounced to us as we thought it to be elsewhere...after esscaping immenent death, we rolled down the trail at speed to catch these two buggers who were simply hiding off trail in the tall weeds, ready to come roaring up behind us as we chased shadows and ghosts...

crafty but rotten buggers......

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