So it was May 5 11:30 p.m. ... making hot water, tea, coffee at my tent in front of the cage, telling Ricky Roy and Jason we needed those to be out by the water all night/day. And when the second to the last whale to be cut up headed out to the water just us three ... unlocked and loaded one harpoon in the boat and one on the ice by a point where they been going most of the time. So I kept the harpoon in the boat on the right side and told Jason, 'this is where you are,' and set up my harpoon with the superbomb on the ice.

Western sandpiper
surfing on milehigh jet stream.
Siberian summer.

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