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August? Really? When I was a kid we'd have a mass infusion of flies in the last week or two before the first hard frost. My Grandfather had a name for that time of year

"It's hog killing time". And so it was. Usually mid October to the first week of November.

It gets real cold here from mid/end August onwards. The little nippers are sensitive souls and can't take it. Plenty of wasps still buzzing around and dying right enough!

Far as I'm concerned the bastards deserve the dying. Just sayin'

I've done some cold weather camping. I don't like it much anymore :) There was a New Year's Eve on a ridge in NE Washington. My buddy and I each drank a quart of Jack Daniels. We skied up the ridge New Year's Eve day and down the other side on New Year's Day. Another one of those "Seemed like a good idea at the time" deals.

Hehe, cold weather camping is fucking awful. Jack Daniels helps in the decision making,lol.

And I second that, they do deserve the dying!!

And I second that, they do deserve the dying!!

I just wish it hurt more!