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When last we left our young hero…

 

… he was deep within the throes of another adventure into the wilds of New England…

Complete with some of those albino french vanilla hooty-type owls I mentioned a few posts back.
And the dreaded snorting deer of the tri-corners area…

Well, this particular out-of-doors was incredibly rural, and very dark…
Couldn’t see much of anything that wasn’t a way up in the sky.

And then I hear this snort from far off behind me.
Sounded exactly like a horse.
And I’m thinking, well… that’s okay… I am out of doors, after all…

Like holy crap out of doors…

You see, on one of those nights over in Wyoming, there I was, just a shootin’ the stars to beat the band… and I hear some howling off in the distance…
The problem, on that particular night, was that I wasn’t alone, and the two who’d wanted to come along probably hadn’t figured on the mind-numbing repetitious tedium that goes into these types of shoots.

You gotta wanna be there…

So these two were just chatting away and having a good time, laughing and what all.
And then there’s this, rather understandable, howling from some of the more local denizens of the national park.

So I started to pay a bit more attention to my more immediate surroundings.
And when one hears the rustle of quite a number of paws hurrying through the near-by underbrush… I assume that number could safely be divided by four, though I didn’t stick around long enough to do any kind of statistical analysis… I say, one tends to shine one’s flashlight at the approaching hordes, while beating a hasty retreat towards the vehicle behind one.

 

 

Many pair of, thankfully, disoriented eyeballs greeted my probing light, as I managed to get myself (and more importantly, my camera) into the vehicle and shut the doors.

My chatty companions were a bit credulous of my hasty retreat, until the car lights revealed to them what my flashlight had revealed to me.

So…

When I hear things in the dark, I tend to take a bit of notice…

You can imagine how the snorting was initially rather disconcerting.

While I don’t know for sure what kind of animal was coming to eat me in Wyoming, because my flashlight wasn’t powerful enough to reveal that info to me, I now travel with a somewhat more robust model.

Thus the positive identification of the fabled and legendary snorting deer, known far and wide as the… um, snorting… um, deer…

And then the nasal discharges got a bit more pronounced, and increasing in frequency.

Taking the hint, I moved on to another spot, where the second of the two photographs was shot.

The thing about the first photo is the fact there was a crescent moon setting off behind me.
About eighteen percent, if memory serves…
And that little amount of moonlight was enough to illuminate the sheds you see.

If you look closely, you can see two shooting stars and an iridium flare, in the upper right.
If you look even closer still, in the lower left, you’ll also see the shadow of our devastatingly handsome and intrepid explorer…

 

Which is about as close to a selfie as I ever get…

If you have a burning desire to know what our matinee idol of a courageous hero of these adventures looks like…

… I understand the wolves of Wyoming  have a mug shot hanging in their dens…

Try not to be put-off by the dashing good looks of sheer terror our hero was throwing at the (allegedly) four-footed photographer…

 

 

 

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