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I was the lucky winner of the TUTUorial giveaway which included her flag tutu and glamerica crown and I also won a CUSTOM TUTU!! I can't tell you how excited I was about this because I wanted to have Lila's picture taken in a tutu for her 1st birthday. We haven't had them professionally taken yet because Lila's been Miss Snotty Nose getting 4 teeth right now, but I took some myself and think they turned out pretty darn cute!
Jenni is so incredibly nice that she even threw in a birthday crown that matched the tutu she made me. I don't even know how she comes up with this stuff, I am amazed at her talent!
But wait, that's not all! I am a HUGE earrings fan! I don't wear lots of necklaces but if I'm not wearing a pair of earrings I feel pretty naked. It's just my thing, what can I say! I saw these earrings Jenni made around July 4th and completely fell in love with them. I had her make me a custom pair to match Lila's tutu.
I love them! Like I said, it was the perfect package. Thanks Jenni! If you get a chance, make sure you go over and visit Kissed by a Frog. Tell her I Heart Crafty Things sent you, it will make her day! :)


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What to Know Before Your Baby's Catholic Baptism
Advice for parents on names, godparents, baptismal certificates, christening parties, and more.Catholic Home with permission of Doubleday, a division of Random House, Inc.
Picking Godparents
Oh dear, you had planned to ask your favorite uncle, the one who ditched Catholicism for another church, to be your child's godparent. Well, according to Canon Law, he can't be the godfather, but may act as a Christian witness if you find a practicing Catholic to act as godmother. And it doesn't matter how much you love her, forget about asking the cousin who became a Theravadan Buddhist. She doesn't believe in Baptism. How's she going to wholeheartedly transmit Catholic faith and its practices?
Picking a Name
Here's something to figure out in the privacy of your own home: your child's name. Ever wonder how the Catholic kids always ended up with names like Theresa or John? Well, it's because there has yet to be a St. Lindsay or St. Brad.
While the Church no longer requires you to name your baby after a canonized saint, you might want to do so anyway. For one thing, having endured over time, saints names will remain tolerable. (Honestly, can you picture a Tiffany with liver spots? I didn't think so.) More important, naming your child after a saint automatically provides a patron, an exemplar, and yet another special day to celebrate God's goodness and grace.
However, the Church does insist that you avoid any name that's clearly anti-Christian-on the extremely remote possibility that you were going to name your child Sapphira.
Note: You may use the same name at Confirmation. In fact, doing so reinforces the link between these sacraments.
What Baby Should Wear
Traditional Baptism garb is white-for your child, that is. This represents "putting on Christ." Sometimes the church provides a white robe or stole to be used during the ceremony and kept afterward to commemorate the occasion. If your family doesn't already have an heirloom christening gown, here are two other traditions to consider:
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Referral Arrangements
I thought this would be worth discussing as it seems that people use referral arrangements quite differently.
Some might just pay a flat fee as a referral reward and for others it just happens without any reward being offered as an incentive.
The opportunities and methods to encourage referrals also seems to be quite varied too.
Are there any tips that you would share for encouraging a flow of referrals? Are there any hints that you would give to avoid problems?
Will this be a key part in your new business activities for 2012?
Encouraging referrals
Generating business by referral for accountants is a great low cost way of marketing - however it does involve an investment of time in the relationship.
My tips for encouraging referrals are as follows:
1) Identify people who have a complementary business to yours where you can both service each other's clients without conflict. Make sure you like the person who will be recommending you (or it just wouldn't happen)
2) Have a relationship plan in place for your referral sources so you are speaking regularly - and take the time to really get to know their business.
3) Be specific about what you want - SME or owner managed businesses is not specific enough. Think about age, industry sector, visible signs that they need your services etc
I hope that helps.
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... to Heather's excellent (especially the one about tightly defining your 'ideal client') tips:
4) Ask for them! There are two points in your relationship with a client when they are more likely to give you a referral - The moment they engage you and as you deliver a great job.
5) For a small practice or business, it might well be more valuable to offer a high quality referral in exchange, rather than a cash payment
I too hope these are helpful.
David Winch
An interesting topic.
An interesting topic. Excellent comments. I tend to agree. Also on balance I think it's best to get the referrals without offering a specific cash incentive. I think people tend to offer referrals due mainly to reasons other than financial incentive.
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26 U.S. Code § 5173 - Bonds
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(a) Operations at, and withdrawals from, distilled spirits plant must be covered by bond
(1) Operations
No person intending to establish a distilled spirits plant may commence operations at such plant unless such person has furnished bond covering operations at such plant.
(b) Operations bonds
The bond required by paragraph (1) of subsection (a) shall meet the requirements of paragraph (1), (2), or (3) of this subsection:
(2) Adjacent wine cellar bond
The bond covers operations at a distilled spirits plant and at an adjacent bonded wine cellar.
(3) Area bond
The bond covers operations at 2 or more distilled spirits plants (and adjacent bonded wine cellars) which—
(A) are located in the same geographical area (as designated in regulations prescribed by the Secretary), and
(c) Withdrawal bonds
The bond required by paragraph (2) of subsection (a) shall cover withdrawals from 1 or more bonded premises the operations at which could be covered by the same operations bond under subsection (b).
(d) Unit bonds
Under regulations prescribed by the Secretary, the requirements of paragraphs (1) and (2) of subsection (a) shall be treated as met by a unit bond which covers both operations at, and withdrawals from, 1 or more bonded premises which could be covered by the same operations bond under subsection (b).
(e) Terms and conditions
(1) In general
Any bond furnished under this section shall be conditioned that the person furnishing the bond—
(A) will faithfully comply with all provisions of law and regulations relating to the activities covered by such bond, and
(f) Amount
(1) In general
The penal sum of any bond shall be the amount determined under regulations prescribed by the Secretary.
(g) Total amount available
The total amount of any bond furnished under this section shall be available for the satisfaction of any liability incurred under the terms and conditions of such bond.
(h) Special rules
For purposes of this section—
(1) Withdrawal bonds
In the case of any bond furnished under this section which covers withdrawals but not operations—
(2) Adjacent wine cellars
(A) Requirements
No wine cellar shall be treated as being adjacent to a distilled spirits plant unless—
(i) such distilled spirits plant is qualified under this subchapter for the production of distilled spirits, and
(B) Bond in lieu of wine cellar bond
In the case of any adjacent wine cellar, a bond furnished under this section which covers operations at such wine cellar shall be in lieu of any bond which would otherwise be required under section 5354 with respect to such wine cellar (other than supplemental bonds required under the second sentence of section 5354).
Source(Added Pub. L. 85–859, title II, § 201,Sept. 2, 1958, 72 Stat. 1349; amended Pub. L. 91–659, § 4,Jan. 8, 1971, 84 Stat. 1966; Pub. L. 94–455, title XIX, § 1906(b)(13)(A),Oct. 4, 1976, 90 Stat. 1834; Pub. L. 96–39, title VIII, § 805(c),July 26, 1979, 93 Stat. 276.)
Prior Provisions
A prior section 5173, act Aug. 16, 1954, ch. 736, 68A Stat. 628, related to "distillery fixtures and equipment", prior to the general revision of this chapter by Pub. L. 85–859. See sections 5178 (a)(1)(A), (2)(B)(C), (c)(1) and 5202 (b) of this title.
Provisions similar to those comprising subsecs. (a), (b), (b)(1), (b)(1)(A) to (C), (b)(3), (c), (c)(1), (d) and (e)(1) of this section were contained in prior sections of act Aug. 16, 1954, prior to the general revision of this chapter by Pub. L. 85–859, as follows:
|Present subsecs.:
|Prior sections
|5172, 5176(a), 5231, 5232(a), 5272(a), 5301–5303, 5304(a)(5), 5305, 5311(a)(3).
|5176 (a), (d).
|5176(a), 5177(c).
|5232(a), 5302, 5303, 5306, 5331(a)(3).
The prior sections, act Aug. 16, 1954, ch. 736, are set out in 68A Stat. 627, 629 to 631, 643, 650, 654, 655, 657, 662.
1979—Pub. L. 96–39, among other changes, struck out provisions relating to liens on distillery property and the furnishing of indemnity bonds as methods of securing tax payments and inserted provisions relating to the one plant operations bond, which will cover the operations at a bonded wine cellar which is adjacent to the distilled spirits plant and operated by the same person.
1976—Pub. L. 94–455struck out "or his delegate" after "Secretary" wherever appearing.
1971—Subsec. (b)(1). Pub. L. 91–659, § 4(b), extended exception clause in parenthetical by making reference to cl. (4) of this subsection.
Subsec. (b)(2). Pub. L. 91–659, § 4(c), inserted reference to par. (4).
Subsec. (b)(4). Pub. L. 91–659, § 4(a), added par. (4).
Effective Date of 1979 Amendment
Amendment by Pub. L. 96–39effective Jan. 1, 1980, see section 810 ofPub. L. 96–39, set out as a note under section 5001 of this title.
Effective Date of 1971 Amendment
Amendment by Pub. L. 91–659effective on first day of first calendar month which begins more than 90 days after Jan. 8, 1971, see section 6 ofPub. L. 91–659, set out as an Effective Date note under section 5066 of this title.
Transitional Rules Relating to All-In-Bond Method
Pub. L. 96–39, title VIII, § 809(c),July 26, 1979, 93 Stat. 292, as amended by Pub. L. 99–514, § 2,Oct. 22, 1986, 100 Stat. 2095, provided that: "For purposes of section 5173 of the Internal Revenue Code of 1986 [formerly I.R.C. 1954] (relating to bonds), each person who intends to continue operation at a premises after December 31, 1979, shall be treated as intending to establish a distilled spirits plant on such premises on January 1, 1980."
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Picking a single favorite fall memory is a little tough, but I'll go with the time I hunted birds in Montana with my three cousins, Randy, Doug and Ryan Clark. The four of us grew up hunting and fishing together in west-central Illinois; I was an only child and they neatly filled the role of surrogate brothers.
Flash forward several decades. Randy—who now works for the National Shooting Sports Foundation—was then manager of Diamond Wing, a hunting preserve near Ennis, and he invited Doug, Ryan and me to come out for a few days to hunt.
We flew to Bozeman and drove to Ennis and spent three days gunning pheasants, chukar and quail over a smorgasbord of bird dogs—a beautiful matched brace of black and white springers named Comet and Spike; a pair of strapping black Labs named Trapper and Doc; a racy young German shorthair named Pepper and her bracemate, a veteran Brittany named Gus who pointed his birds at distances that were nothing short of phenomenal.
Gus would lock up and we'd start to walk in…20, 30, 40 yards. We would glance back at Randy, who was acting as guide and dog handler, and he'd wave us forward. "Go on!" he'd say, and we'd walk another 20 or 30 yards while Gus remained staunch far to our rear. Finally the birds would get up and we'd shoot and the razzing would begin regarding each other's prowess with a shotgun.
That joking is what I remember most about the hunt—besides the outstanding dog work, that is, and it was outstanding, make no mistake. On our first morning, Doug, our resident comedian, had been quick to point out the huge black rock formation on a nearby mountain that bore a striking resemblance to a gorilla's face—the prominent brow, the jutting jaw, the frowning expression. Doug promptly christened the formation the Gorilla God and we subsequently attributed every hit or miss to the gorilla's whim…whether we'd done something to tick him off or were in his favor at the moment we pulled the trigger.
It's been more than a decade since I spent those three days with my cousins shooting birds over topnotch dogs beneath the Gorilla God, and the memories still bring a smile. Camaraderie like we enjoyed on that hunt is, after all, one of the primary reasons we go afield.
It's time for us to get together and do it again.
Of course, October also means the beginning of the false or early rut for whitetail deer, which is the only big-game animal we can hunt smack dab in the Midwest or Illinois. The corn and soybeans are being shelled or cut by those big $250,000 combines, and that means more deer will be on the move. And bowhunters are licking their chops, anticipating elevated levels of activity prior to the gun season opener in November.
But my favorite fall (and spring) memory actually takes me some 3,000 miles northwest to Alaska, the Last Frontier. And it's two memorable hunts, not one. The reason for two special and memorable hunts? Because both represented the opportunity to hunt two big-game species I had never hunted before, to hunt with industry friends, and to be the first to field test entirely new rifle cartridges.
On my very first trip to Alaska, a hunting trip I had dreamed about since I was in grade school, I had the opportunity to hunt Alaskan moose with Remington's Art Wheaton. Remington had just that year introduced the Ultra Mag series of cartridges, and I had a Model 700 in .300 long-action Ultra Mag that would prove to be perfect moose medicine. The rut was in full swing, and with my guide (Virgil Umphenour from Hunt Alaska) using a call to entice a bull to temporarily leave his cows; he brought me face to face with a heavy horned 1,600-pound bull in some very thick willows.
You have to understand that for a Midwesterner who had only hunted 150-200 pound whitetails in the woods, this four-legged critter looked as big as a locomotive weaving his way through the willows. Moving through thick brush and busting off willows and pine boughs at will, the bull was towering over all else and was a sight to behold. He was irritated and agitated, and he wanted to confront any challenger who wanted to "steal" one of his cows. Given we were only 50 or so yards away from each other, you can imagine how nervous I was as I got in position, brought the 700 bolt action firmly to my shoulder, fixed the crosshairs on his front shoulder and squeezed the trigger.
The Ultra Mag and Model 700 did its part…moose meat to fill the freezer and a mount to proudly display in my game room.
My second trip to Alaska brought me to a hunting area near Norton Sound with my good friend Wayne Holt, who was with Hornady. It was another opportunity of a lifetime, hunting grizzly bear. Hornady decided to introduce the .375 Ruger cartridge, a round that basically exceeds the performance of the .375 H&H, and to prove its remarkable performance; they wanted us to try it out on dangerous game.
Again, long story short, my guide, Eric Umphenour, spotted a grizzly in open country that seemed to be heading in our direction. Fortunately, we had time to set up and then play the waiting game. Eric had perfectly read the bear's intention as he basically followed a drainage until he was only about 125 yards away. He was moving quickly from left to right, and when Eric whispered, "take him," I squeezed the trigger on my Ruger Model 77 Alaskan and heard the first 270-grain bullet impact.
The problem was, when the bear was hit, he went down in a dip in the ground and disappeared. The pucker factor on my index was off the charts. As we discussed what to do next, the griz suddenly resurfaced running full out from right to left…I had a split second to put a second round in him…. I did and he went down instantly.
Two great animals taken with two great guns and two new cartridges, with two special friends….
Two trips loaded with memories to last a lifetime…
—Jim Bequette - Guns & Ammo Magazine
We packed up the minivan as I said goodbye to my Mathews Z7 Xtreme bow, and headed to the Gulf of Mexico. The plan was to lounge on the beach and fish. I'm not much of a lounger, but I do love fishing, and so do my four boys. We traveled with two other families, who are our best friends, and stayed in rented houses on St. George Island, south of Tallahassee.
On the first day, we corralled all our fishing gear and headed to a local pier. I've had limited success fishing from piers in the past, but this one was on fire. We got lucky and arrived just as the fall baitfish migration showed up.
Kids from 5 years to 16 years, as well as the adults, were catching sand trout, sea trout, and sea bass, with your typical catfish, grunts and rays thrown in. But my youngest was having a hard time getting a bite. He smiled as his friends screamed with excitement at the bend of their rods, or as they swung another fresh Gulf game fish over the rail of the pier. But still, the 7-year-old fished the morning without anything to show for it except a half-empty bait bucket.
As family and friends caught more fish — flounder, sand perch, croakers, and a blacktip shark — my boy Danny started losing faith.
"Why can't I catch anything, Dad?" he asked.
"Just keep your line in the water," I said. "I bet it's just a matter of time."
I watched him from a distance while I helped another kid unhook another fish. It was one of those times when you see your child struggling and your heart breaks for him. But I also knew that he'd probably catch a fish eventually, and his persistence would be an excellent life lesson. Sure enough, his rod tip bent low. I wanted to grab the rod from him and reel it in myself just to make sure the fish didn't come off the hook. I resisted the urge and watched helplessly, knowing profoundly how much emotion was riding on two knots in the 10-pound-test line and 20-pound leader.
When the fish broke the surface, it wasn't a thick, bronze redfish, hulking black drum, or silvery king mackerel; it was a lowly 5-inch pigfish. You would have thought it was the state record by Danny's reaction. He beamed with pride, and so did I. I picked him up and spun him around as he grasped his little success story.
We clicked as many pictures of that fish as we did of any of the trophies we caught that week in St. George Island. And it's that fish, and those memories, that Danny and I remember most clearly to this day.
—John Geiger - Game and Fish Magazine
One of my fondest fall memories is the first time my dad and I hunted quail together. He let me use his old, bolt-action Mossberg Model 183 D-B in .410 Bore for that hunt. We hunted the edges of the small stands of timber and along the fencerows of my family's farm. We weren't lucky enough to put down any quail that day, and I'm not sure if we even saw any, but I will never forget the anticipation before and my sheer excitement during that hunt. I loved every minute of that outing.
—Joel J. Hutchcroft - Shooting Times Magazine
My buddy, Scott, released his first sailfish with me on one of those days. What made that trip especially memorable was that we were fishing on a borrowed boat, three counties away from our homeport.
We'd also had a tough time catching bait. If memory serves me, all we had were four mullet and a pinfish in the livewell. Sailfish are hungry in the fall—you put that bait in the right spot, they're going to eat it."
—Jeff Weakley - Florida Sportsman Magazine
After recalling a few stories from the old days, Paul said, "Sometimes I wish things wouldn't have changed. That catching fish, seining minnows, trapping crawfish, and shooting carp with our bows was still our number-one priority in life."
An idealistic thought, though not a bad idea.
Back in those days, our only stress was being home in time for dinner and wondering what we were going to do tomorrow.
We spent our days catching walleyes, pike, perch, bass, and bluegills, and countless hours cranking in bullheads until our stringers were full. And if we weren't fishing, we were seining gallons of minnows or trapping dozens of crawdads.
Fall was our favorite time of year. We hunted doves, ducks, geese, and pheasants with our shotguns and whitetails with our bows, plus, our quest for walleyes never ended.
Times change. College and our careers drove us away from our daily routine of doing something almost daily together in the outdoors.
Through my career in the fishing industry, I've been blessed to travel on adventures throughout North America. I've discovered that ducks and geese are just as fun and challenging to hunt in Canada as they are in Louisiana and that North America is full of big fish. It seems nearly every huge walleye you catch in Lake Erie has a good chance of weighing more than the one you just caught. Northern pike in Canada are big, mean, and abundant. And, every fall, I'm haunted and taunted by the muskies that pass through my thoughts and trail just behind my lures.
Fall memories of the good old days with family and good friends, like Paul Schamber, have been with me since I was 5 years old. Those days simply can't be duplicated. However, like most good recipes, they can be replicated and the results are almost always good.
—Jeff Simpson - In-Fisherman Magazine
The property was just 2.2 miles from my house in Marietta, but it seemed a galaxy away. It was the home of my late friend John Manning, whose family had owned the land since the 1800s. The home had stood since before the Civil War, which was in itself noteworthy; the bloody Battle of Kennesaw Mountain was fought nearby, and the Union Army razed many structures on its sweep to the sea.
During Reconstruction and for many decades after, the Manning place was a working farm. John told of childhood days spent clearing rocks from the fields and in the process turning up Civil War Minie balls in such numbers that he toted the projectiles to the hardware store and sold them for 25 cents a bucketful. There they were melted for plumbing lead, some of which no doubt still is in local homes. And so another long-ago event in American history lives on, even if hardly anyone today knows it.
Suburbia grew up all around the home place. Over time, a high school, subdivisions and apartment buildings replaced neighboring farms and woods. But in the midst of it all, that old farm remained.
And so did whitetails. Kennesaw Mountain National Battlefield, on which no hunting is allowed, lies within a half-mile of the farm, and its prolific deer would range onto surrounding properties to feed and breed. The latter of those urges ultimately afforded me a chance to take the widest-racked buck I've ever arrowed.
I saw him for the first time on Nov. 3. I was out casually glassing for deer when I spotted the 8-pointer trailing some does. He was easily the biggest buck I'd ever seen on the hoof in Georgia, and as soon as I laid eyes on him, I knew I'd be devoting every spare minute to his pursuit.
Cobb County, like several others in the Atlanta metro area, has no firearms hunting for deer. So while most other Georgia deer hunters were toting their rifles, I kept plugging with bow in hand, hoping the buck would return. But day after day of hunting produced zero sightings.
He finally gave me another look on the muggy morning of Nov. 24. At around 9:30, I spotted the buck cruising for does out in a fescue pasture. Shortly after I rattled, he walked to within 12 feet of my stand in a leafy pin oak. My arrow sliced through his right lung and liver. I'd shot the whitetail I'd singled out to take.
As I admired the buck's inside spread of 21 1/8 inches, I realized that sometimes you don't even need to leave town to find a great hunting memory. In this case, one starring a special whitetail, a special friend and a special piece of land.
—Gordon Whittington - North American Whitetail Magazine
I was there hoping and scheming, so much alone with my thoughts, until I began to find a way to make the catching happen. Drinking countless cups of coffee by the light of the moon. Some nights dark and threatening—rain, sleet or snow pelting my back. Spending time, too, on those perfect nights with the smell of smoldering leaves in the air and a harvest moon rising in the east. And, in other ways, defining and redefining the process—the rod, the reel, the line, the lures—until the process was a fine science of sorts.
Soon enough, having spent the time and paid enough dirty dues, it began to work so well, those senses so finely tuned in the darkness, so abruptly interrupted by a jolt in a dead-slow retrieve or trolling run—and then to be there with one of those monsters at net, flashlight beam reflecting the life in those marble eyes. These days, no more than a smile and a salute send the big ones on their way. Smaller fish, though, still fare well at my table—even two smaller fish, the focus of a fine meal.
Much of my life has revolved around this pursuit. Looking back I would not have had it any other way. And it is hopeless to expect change now. Last night was another of those nights. Arriving home at midnight, a couple of strips of bacon hit the pan. Bacon finished, a little butter added to season the bacon oil, then the fillets dusted in flour and corn meal, plus salt, cayenne and black pepper. Three minutes passing, turn those fillets, and add a couple of eggs to fry alongside. Won't be long now, so pour a glass of wine, tear off a hunk of bread—relive another good night passing.
My fishing life has not been defined so much by select moments, as by a lifetime of special moments along the way. The midnight trips to catch those fall walleyes are a little less frequent today. Still, I feel each full moon rising in these bones. I still lie sleepless on many nights, wondering how busyness can interrupt such essence in anyone's life. I rest easy. We fish, too, if only for a moment and at some distance, when we have hard-won experiences to remember and the hope of more to come.
—Doug Stange - In-Fisherman Magazine
My son, Jason, and I were getting a double dose of that exhilaration as two bulls bugled their way toward my seductive cow calls. Their pace through the Arizona timber was deliberate and committed. Each feared the other would get to the cow first.
Jason lay in wait; arrow nocked, just 30 yards in front of me, with videographer, Larry D. Jones, rolling camera over his shoulder. Though our experience levels ranged from greenhorn to veteran, the three of us trembled with equal excitement. Screaming bulls, at close range, will do that to you.
I simultaneously called and watched through binoculars as the larger bull strolled into our ambush. Then, as if he'd walked into a sinkhole, the bull instantly dropped out of my field of view. Jason's arrow had struck the bull a bit high and severed its spinal cord, dropping him in his tracks.
I rushed to a scene filled with hugs, handshakes and maybe a touch of prideful tears. Jason seemed somewhat stunned at first, as though the moment hadn't really happened, but it was real. He'd taken a beautiful bull elk with his bow and I was thankful to be there to share the experience with him. Father and son moments don't get much better that that one.
Jason is a serious, dedicated hunter/angler. It's in his nature. And I'm proud of that.
—Curt Wells - Bowhunter Magazine
My big-buck moment came in September 2009 during an early-season bowhunt outside Kirksville, Mo. At the time, it had been less than a year since I assumed the editor's role at Petersen's BOWHUNTING, so the 2009 season marked the first time I was able to take advantage of newfound opportunities to chase big, Midwestern whitetails. Prior to that, the vast majority of my deer hunting had occurred in my home state of Pennsylvania, and while I had put plenty of whitetails on the ground, there wasn't a whopper in the bunch.
Needless to say, I carried sky-high expectations for what the Show-Me State would show me. During the first two days of the hunt, however, every archer in camp saw a shooter except me! And after a slow morning on day three, I was getting antsy. That's when I caught my big break. One of the other hunters in camp – someone who had several close encounters with shooter bucks but was unable to get a shot – had to head home early to deal with some work commitments. Call me an opportunist, but I graciously "volunteered" to occupy that hunter's stand that afternoon!
Around 3:00 p.m., I climbed into a ladder stand set along the edge of a large clover plot where some big bucks had been making regular evening appearances. In addition to the clover, the large white oak where the stand was set was dropping bushels of acorns, making the setup absolutely ideal. I wasn't surprised when I saw a steady stream of deer and turkeys visit the plot that afternoon. It was clearly a great spot, and with any luck, one of the big boys would show up before nightfall.
A little after 7:00 p.m., I was watching a medium-sized 8-pointer to my left when the buck suddenly stopped feeding, raised his head high and stared past me at something coming from the bottom end of the plot. I slowly turning my head and was awed by the sight of the largest buck I had ever seen from a stand to that point in my life. My body was instantly supercharged by a rush of adrenaline, and I reached for my rangefinder as the big buck made his way steadily toward the smaller 8-pointer; a path that would take him directly past my stand.
With the buck now standing at 25 yards, I drew my bow, gapped the 20- and 30-yard pins and released a perfect shot that sucked right into the crease behind his front shoulder. The buck sprinted across the food plot, crashed into the woods on the opposite side and then…silence. I radioed back to camp for some tracking assistance, and as I sat there waiting for the others to arrive, I realized my perspective on deer hunting had changed forever. If there was a big-buck club, I had just joined it; the bar had been forever raised. We found my heart-shot prize 120 yards from the stand. The majestic buck sported 14 points, tipped the scales at 210 pounds (live weight) and scored 157 2/8 gross—easily my best ever.
In the three-plus years since that hunt, I've had many more opportunities to chase big bucks and even killed a few. But there's just something special about the first time you can never duplicate.
—Christian Berg - Bowhunting Magazine
My favorite fall memory is mastering a cast called the "Snap T." Don't get me wrong, I'm no expert on the Spey casts handed down from generation to generation, and from Atlantic salmon fishermen on Scotland's River Spey, to North American steelheaders. Spey casting is both a skill and an art. Like golf it can never be fully "mastered"—it's just too complex and there are always subtle ways to improve.
But last fall, on B.C.'s Kispiox River, I had an "aha!" moment one blue-sky afternoon, where the anchor dropped into place without having to eyeball it into position, the D loop reached back over the rocks along the shoreline, and the rod shot forward in a straight line that sent a perfect loop reaching out across the beautiful lines of the Sportsman Pool. Not long afterward, a gorgeous steelhead—1,000 miles from her feeding grounds in the Gulf of Alaska—came to my hand.
—Ross Purnell - Fly Fisherman Magazine
These days, my dreams about fall involve what I'm going to do and where I'm going to go. In that spirit, I've come up with a fall hunting schedule so jam-packed I couldn't possibly do it in terms of time or money. But that's what dreams are for.
August is not fall by the calendar, but if you go far north enough it might as well be. My first hunt of the year would be caribou, hiking across a carpet of tundra that's turning redder by the day and enjoying the tart ripeness of subarctic blueberries while glassing for the majestic deer of the North.
On Labor Day, I'd be sitting in the cornrows of South Carolina, sweating and swearing as doves swoop in and fly away unscathed despite rapid-fire blasts from the shotgun. Three or four boxes of shells might be enough to cook up a few dove kebabs at the evening barbecue.
A week or so later and it's on to the plains of Wyoming, where the antelope play catch me if you can and it's great fun to stoop, crawl, run—whatever it takes to get close to them. Now it's feeling like autumn under wide blue skies; while the temps may be high midday, mornings and evenings carry a chill.
It isn't far from there into higher country, where the aspens are beginning to yellow and the elk are beginning to rut. If there's a sound that encapsulates fall, it's the keening sound of a rutting bull. The hunting's hard, and just being in that country and hearing that sound are reward enough—although a cooler full of elk meat is a welcome bonus.
I wasn't a big waterfowler growing up, but I wanted to be. And one of the most amazing hunts I got to do in my later years was a trip to Alberta in mid-October. We lay in the fields under oversize decoys and watched through the slits as hundreds of geese swirling above us, stacked in holding patterns like jets at O'Hare as they tried to get a look at our decoy spread—dekes we'd set up in the dark as the northern lights danced tantalizingly above our heads.
About this time I'd head back to my home state of Pennsylvania and take a seat against a big ol' shagbark hickory, watching the limbs and trunks above my head for the flicker of a bushy gray tail. Or maybe open the door of the car and thrill to the sight of beagles bouncing out of the car as we start searching for the first cottontail of the day, the frost coating our boots as we cross the fields.
I was once asked what hunt would I do if it were my last one. Without hesitation I described what it was like to cruise the Allegheny Mountains in western Virginia, looking for fall turkeys—the scent of leaves and wood smoke from the few isolated houses in the hollows below tingeing the air as the chill early morning haze give way to a crisp blue sky. The excitement of finding fresh scratching's, the strategy of moving into position to break up a flock (or, more challenging, enticing an old gobbler to walk into shotgun range), the calls of birds reassembling...it's just the ultimate hunt to me.
It's still technically fall when Pennsylvania's buck season opens right after Thanksgiving, but it might as well be winter most years in the far northern part of the state. Back in the old days I would park myself against a tree and watch a deer trail crossing from first light to last, not moving. It was almost always cold, and those vigils were a test of will and taught me how to tough it out if I wanted to be successful. I wouldn't do it that way today; such a deer hunt would be more about getting together with family and friends to enjoy a tradition than about filling the freezer.
—Scott J. Rupp - Handguns Magazine and Rifle Shooter Magazine
For the lifelong hunter, fall brings the very earliest of all memories. Cold, clear days and a canoe being pushed into the water to bust thin skim ice, shooting squirrels and wood ducks from it on an old cypress swamp, daydreaming about the big, white-horned buck or sounder of wild hogs just around every corner of the creek as a boy's imagination runs wild. Old butane handwarmers, and deer stands made from actual two-by-four wood and plywood. Turkeys walking right up to me in blaze orange if I did not blink, toes numbing below a live oak tree. Huge, southern fox squirrels hitting the forest floor with a whump. A giant blacktail with 9-inch drop tines skidding to a stop in the black timber and heavy snow on Mount Rainier from a running neck shot, my first deer at age 15 with a .270. Tracking a tiny band of Roosevelt elk at age 18, bows in hand, with a close friend for seven hours, crossing a river five times and chasing bugles to see my friend make an 85-yard shot into the record books… and the way that giant bull made my Toyota pickup sag, horns sprouting from the bed like tree roots. Bloody cougar tracks in the snow swinging down into the trail of the huge buck I was tracking in Idaho, giant whitetails and muleys on the Canada border in Washington too smart to let me catch more than a glimpse, circling back in my tracks. Snowstorms at 10,000 feet in Utah in August, giant velvet muleys always just out of reach.
Fall is a giant Texas whitetail that fled when, as a five-year old, I yelled, "Look, daddy, there's a buck," as my father was trying to switch from birdshot to slugs in his old Fox double (and he almost made it). Smoking hot Eastern Washington duck shoots with dad and friends, with the first cool mornings of the year. And, of course, doves. Doves all over, in many states, their small feathers sticky with their blood on your fingers. And that one lucky bird that made the strafing run down the line of guns in September and lived to tell about it. Their breasts wrapped in bacon and kids running through the feathers all over the ground when the plucking was done.
Fall is giant black bears appearing like huge black cows in huckleberry patches in the Northwest while we were looking for mule deer in September, and the blistering foot pain from packing them out on foot because you could not resist making that shot. Grouse in the trail, fool's hens, killable with rocks and their berry-flavored breasts over the fire.
My fall memories are too many to list. And you can always find more. Most exciting of all, the best memories of fall are the ones coming up, and also learning there are really two fall seasons on this earth.
Down in Argentina this April, fall was settling across the land, cool nights squeezing the last greens from the lower grasslands, pushing to blonde and just starting to do the same to the trees. I'd waited my whole life to witness fall here, and hear the great red stag roar. And yes, it's true, they make our beautiful iconic wapiti whistle sound like feminine weaklings. Chasing screaming stags in the Andes while guys back home were calling turkeys is a bucket list memory no one can ever take away.
That trip blew my mind, the booming dragon roar in the black timber from stags that fight so hard entire beams are snapped off. Then we shot limits of ducks, and hooked trout in cold, clear autumn waters. The other hemisphere will be an unfortunately expensive new addiction to the best season, but it's sure amazing to really experience why fall is so wonderful God saw fit to make two of them.
—Skip Knowles - Wildfowl Magazine


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text: Wired's five highlights from the 2011 Red Innova tech conference Technology 04 July 11 by Greg Williams Flickr.com / cuellar As rain fell in London, Wired was fortunate to be heading to the Red Innova conference in Madrid where an energetic gathering of thought leaders, developers, bloggers, investors and entrepreneurs met in the heart of the Spanish capital for two days of talks on the digital landscape in Spain, Portugal and Latin America. Here are five highlights from the conference.Phil LibinThe CEO of Evernote -- the platform that allows people to gather and store personal information such as notes, web clippings, audio and video -- offered entrepreneurs an inspiring talk about why it's the best time ever to build a tech company. He used the example of Evernote Peek -- an education product that was conceived, market researched, and built in just three and a half weeks yet became the number one education app on the Apple Store -- as a way of demonstrating that someone with a bright idea can bring it to market quickly and cost effectively using cloud services, open source infrastructure, social media, freemium economicsand the Apple Store.Libin also floated the notion that we are at the beginning of a process of moving from an economy based on scarcity or knowledge to one that's based on love: that the value of products or services will be based on the level of passion consumers feel about them. In the cloud age, perceived value increases over time.The example he employed, naturally, was Evernote: if you use it to store your memories it will be more valuable to you in ten years compared to now. For Libin, when he's looking at his company data, it's more important that his customers stay with Evernote than that they switch to a premium service, because every month a customer continues to use the product the more likely he or she is to fall in love with it and sign up for premium services in the long run.Luke WilliamsA former creative director (now fellow) at Frog design, Williams teaches at NYU's Stern School of Business. His book, Disrupt, argues that businesses and individuals should abandon the notion of competition through minor differentiation and embrace the notion of deep, meaningful change. Williams insists that it's outsiders and smaller businesses -- especially startups -- that are able to truly innovate, as they're not creatively stymied by repeating learned behaviours.He used this example -- a trailer for the movie The Shining that's been reimagined as a romantic comedy -- to demonstrate how fresh, creative thinking can completely disrupt expectations. (Sadly: this will only make sense if you've seen The Shining...) The lesson: businesses are relying on prediction -- basic assumptions about products and services -- rather than provocation, which is more likely to give rise to cause significant change.Williams' final advice was that every business should set up a team specifically to challenge its current products and services as if it was a startup. "Attack your own business model," Williams advises. "Before someone else does it."BrazilA joint presentation by entrepreneur Bob Wollheim and Bia Granja from YouPIX, a photo management platform, gave an overview of the Brazilian youth market. According to Wollheim, 47 percent of people working in Brazil can be classified as Generation Y, meaning that they were born after the mid-eighties. Broadly speaking they share the same characteristics as their western counterparts: they're looking for meaning in their lives/work, they think of themselves as "green", they're fully digital, they care about the balance between work and leisure, and they've been brought up to have "options": their parents told them to pursue a course in life that made them happy, although having numerous paths to follow can mean that, often, they are unable to commit to a single course.According to ComScore, Brazil's 76 million internet users has the largest online population in South America. Wollheim and Granja offered a snapshot of a country that's highly digitally engaged. According to the pair, the Google-owned social networking site Orkut has 53 million members in Brazil, a country that's extremely keen on vlogging: three billion online videos are viewed per month. In a later presentation, Romero Rodrigues -- a veteran of "Brasilicon Valley" and co-founder, and president of BuscaPé.com, a comparison shopping platform -- argued that, although the VC industry in Brazil is still nascent, there is a significant opportunity for new, non-traditional businesses: the market is dominated by copycats, so there's enormous room for innovation. The challenge for Brazilian entrepreneurs is to gain funding: seed investors usually look for a US benchmark -- meaning an idea that's been successful elsewhere -- before making a commitment. Read page 2 12 Read on one page Latest on wired.co.uk


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Zambrano's Mental Game
I think we tend to forget this is Carlos Zambrano's ninth season with the Chicago Cubs.
And in five of the past six seasons he's thrown for more than 200 innings.
It's been great to have that work horse on the staff, but obviously, that also means a lot of ware and tear on the ol' throwing shoulder.
So reading reports that the Cubs will take a cautious approach with Z during spring camp doesn't come as a surprise.
In fact, we better get use to this being the norm for the soon to be 28-year-old.
It appears his previous work loads took its tool last June when Carlos made his first ever trip to the DL, a (10-3) first half record followed by a (4-3) post All Star break record.
Still, I don't fault Z too much for the drop in production; after all, you can't win against natural forces.
However, couple the shoulder ailment with a decline in pitch velocity and it's clear that Zambrano better sharpen his mental game sooner than later.
Thus, the biggest challenge facing Zambrano isn't his physical well being, but rather his mental approach to pitching.
A pitcher's faulty mind is worse than his faulty shoulder…and anyone paying attention knows Zambrano has some faults upstairs to improve on.
I believe there are still plenty of bullets left in Z's right arm…but mastering his mental game will determine how deadly those bullets are from this season forward.
That's my concern with Z, not the shoulder.


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(a) General Authority.— The Secretary of Transportation may make a grant to a sponsor of an airport to develop, for planning purposes, information necessary to prepare and submit—
(1) a noise exposure map and related information under section 47503 of this title, including the cost of obtaining the information; or
(2) a noise compatibility program under section 47504 of this title.
(b) Availability of Amounts and Government's Share of Costs.— A grant under subsection (a) of this section may be made from amounts available under section 48103 of this title. The United States Government's share of the grant is the percent for which a project for airport development at an airport would be eligible under section 47109 (a) and (b) of this title.
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Kokum Tender Coconut Ice-Cream...!!!Author: Siddhi Shirsat // Category: Desserts, Ice-Creams N Puddings
Well i have not be able to post from quite some days now...I am soo busy that i even miss my regular blog hopping...but i will try to be on track now...So how r you all?...Summer is still in its peak so i am back with a ice-cream to beat the summer heat....but this time i have made this ice-cream combining some different flavours...Tender coconut ice-cream is very famous..so i made ice-cream using tender coconut and also added little kokum extract(A very famous syrup in western india made from a fruit used for making drinks and also some other dishes specially along the konkan sea coast ) to it to enhance its taste and flavour.Kokum is also a natural body cooling agent like khus,cumin etc, for more details you can refer here.This ice -cream was a very tasty and unique one...tender coconut gave it a sweet and juicy taste and kokum syrup gave little sour taste and a nice flavour along with a little pink tint too.
1 litre whole milk
1 n 1/4 cup sugar
1 cup tender coconut flesh cut n small pieces
2 table spoon dessicated coconut
2 table spoon kokum extract(or kokum syrup)
1/2 cup fresh cream
2 tea spoon corn flour
Boil the milk and then reduce the flame and cook it till it gets reduced to half.Cook on low flame with stirring countinously till it reduces to 500ml. Then add sugar and stir it.After 2 mins add dessicated coconut and mix it well in it.
Mix 2 tea spoon cornflour in 3 table spoon milk and add to the above mixture.Stir and cook till it gets thicker.Cool this mixture for one hour.Add kokum extract and fresh cream and blend it in a hand blender for 2 mins.Finally add tender coconut flesh pieces and mix it well.
Put it in a mould and freeze for 6-7 hours.Remove scoops and serve it.You can even drizzle some kokum syrup and serve it.
Preparation Time: 8 hours


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| 'Anthea and Concordia'
(愛の女神 Goddess of Love
平和の女神 Goddess of Peace)
|Ghetsis (Adoptive Father)
|Unknown (possibly N)
|Team Plasma
|First Appearance:
|Pokémon Black and White
|Voice actor:
| Lianne Marie Dobbs (Anthea (English))
Haven Paschall (Concordia (English))
'Anthea' (Japanese: 愛の女神 , "Goddess of Love") and 'Concordia' (Japanese: 平和の女神 , "Goddess of Peace") are two mysterious Team Plasma girls who have knowledge of N's background and past. They first appear in Pokémon Black and White; more specifically, in the game's intro.
In the games
In the game, Anthea is the girl with pink hair and she heals the player's Pokémon. In game Concordia has blonde hair, however, in the intro she looks like she has white/grey hair; she tells the player more about N's backstory and Ghetsis. They also explain that they hold the mantle of the Goddesses of Team Plasma and were recruited to help heal N's wounded heart while keeping him company.
In the anime
Anthea and Concordia appear at the end of Team Plasma's Pokémon Manipulation! to help N when he was injured with a Gothitelle and a Gardevoir.
- Anthea's name is the Latin word for "Formerly", while Concordia's is the Latin word for "Harmony".
- Both have the same bracelets as N.
- Concordia hair is blue in the opening, but her sprite has blonde hair.
- Both Anthea and Concordia appear in Pokémon Black and White version 2, in Driftveil City wearing formal clothing.
- They are the only Team Plasma members to be able to battle and they have a minor role in the games.
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