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Saturday November 03, 2018

Dave Bonta November 3, 2018

Oak leaves that turned brown just a few days ago already rattle instead of rustling. A hunter in gray camouflage emerges from the woods.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged fall foliage, hunters, oaks, wind
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