North to the Future

Old guys (and gals) with permanent hunting, fishing, and trapping licenses here in Alaska do not need to buy king salmon stamps to fish for them.
 
That particular flower smells like stale urine.

That brought up a lovely scent memory. Just yesterday I pulled a box off of its storage shelf in the basement, and there on top was a lovely little dried pile of kitty turds, and all around them the box lid was stained a dark yellow. I got too close and my head snapped back from the ammonia.

Guilty cat must've sensed my mood because I didn't see the darling until dinnertime, much later that evening.
 
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