on the edge of a small embankment, Jim Brunton heads skyward and thumps earthward with all the grace of a circus pony shot from a cannon...this author continues to be amazed by his ability to not only scout new locations for such endeavors, but as well, by his ability to take advantage of such locations...the rest of the lads line up in what deceptively appears to be hardened earth and more so turns out to be slick as pig sh!t mud that one has to traverse before going airborne...

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