excoastie
Jun 29, 2008, 10:45 AM
The morning fog and dew; the peaceful chirping of the fowl belied the moment. I was closing in on the last JSF in my area. The sortie was to gather intel on a secret project shrouded like a person in the fog. Short glimpses, muffled muted noises that had been uncovered by happenstance.
Was this for real?
Sneaking past the guard sheltie, i was able to quickly snap some pictures of the Republic of Maine's last, best chance for air superiority in its pre-production state....what would the future hold?
I do hope to post further intel as my mission of observation continues. The hazards remain great, the rewards small; my goal is to report regardless of the cost.
I tremble as i hear the baying guard shelties in the distance on my trail...
Was this for real?
Sneaking past the guard sheltie, i was able to quickly snap some pictures of the Republic of Maine's last, best chance for air superiority in its pre-production state....what would the future hold?
I do hope to post further intel as my mission of observation continues. The hazards remain great, the rewards small; my goal is to report regardless of the cost.
I tremble as i hear the baying guard shelties in the distance on my trail...