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Murf:
I chalk that one up to the unexplained. A couple
of others that I would add to that. My grandfather died when I was
11. Shortly after we buried him I woke up to see my grandfather walking
through the bedroom. He was dressed in the long johns he always used to sleep
in. He seemed to sense that I was awake and put his finger to lips to tell
me to be quiet. He walked out of the room and I never saw him again.
Another one was a Christmas Eve when I was way past the age to be
concerned. I swear I heard sleigh bells in the sky. There was also
the sound of sonar. For many years I'd wake up at night and hear the ping
of sonar in the hall. It would come closer, then fade away. Can't remember
the last time I heard it, but its been years.
I've experienced the beaver tail slap paddling on a Pocono lake and
at the NEC on Pine Creek. The one that came closest to giving me
heart failure was stepping on a grouse at zero dark thirty on my way to my
deer stand. It flew right up my front. It's wings hitting my face.
Jerry C
"All things considered, I'd rather be in Philadelphia."
In a message dated 1/14/2006 12:05:24 PM Eastern Standard Time,
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