#colt cougar

[lone-western-coyote]

꧁Fun Animal Fact of the Day. ꧂

Cougars are not counted as ‘Big Cats’, because they’re in the genus Puma unlike other big cats. Who are in the genus Panthera. Cougars also can’t roar, only purr.

Have a Good day, and if it isn’t day time where ya are—have a good night too!

#animal fun facts #cougar #Lone coyote named Colt #animals #fun facts #mountain lion #puma

[nitrozem]

Someone save Colt from these cougars 🤣

#sims shenanigans extras #oc: colt

[simply-eno]

Superstition: A Short Story

Chapter 7: A Family of  War Remnants  

William stared out the window. His breathing was slow and calm. The dagger that the young ancestor of his dear wife sat on the table. His mind wasn’t racing as much as it probably should have, but of course, he had grown accustomed to the anticipation of battle and bloodshed. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, and when he opened them again, he felt the blood surge beneath his skin. The calm working family man that he had become, vanished. 

He walked over to the bedroom where he and his wife shared many years of love making and sleepless nights with the babies crying, and opened the large oak and cedar trunk at the end of the bed. Inside was a pair of old leather boots, a dark green jacket, and a Colt M1909 revolver. He sighed as he pulled out the boots and slipped them on over his holey socks. He donned the jacket with a hard grimace. It was a little snug over his aged belly, but it still fit nicely around the arms and shoulders. The trousers that had been issued to him many moons ago had deteriorated, so the rough blue jeans would have to suffice. In the mirror, his stubbled chin looked out of place, so he grabbed his straight razor and his lather. 

The blade scraped against the short hairs, and he nicked his chin once or twice; he had grown used to Branch or June shaving his face for him when they would dare a trip to town. He chuckled to himself as he dabbed at the blood. 

“I suppose that’ll have to do,” he said to himself, still looking at the reflection. He could see the glimmer of a young soldier still in the old frame that he bore. 

William walked back to the kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee. He prayed to the coffee in his mug, a prayer that may have been a bit blasphemous, but he prayed nonetheless to the dark liquid. The man stared at the door, anticipation still somewhat pittered in his chest, but he pushed the feeling of his heart aside. William blinked, his eyes dry from his long stare, and he realized that his coffee had long since gone cold. He blinked again and looked to the fireplace, all that remained was smoldering embers. He didn’t realize how much time had passed while he stared at the door, waiting for some beastly monster to knock. 

Bang, bang, bang. The sound nearly made the man jump out of his own skin. He shook his head, blinked and sighed. He walked to the door and opened it a crack, the shadowy being in the morning sun chuckled. 

“William? Is that you?” The man said, his voice sounded familiar but William hesitated opening the door any further. 

“Yes, what can I do for you?” 

“Well, I was in town and I saw the kids running a muck and thought you ought to know what trouble they have been causing.” 

William finally opened the door to see the young pastor standing in the sunshine. He breathed a breath of relief, and felt a pinch of guilt from his earlier whispered prayer. 

“What trouble could they have caused that would warrant such a visit?” William stepped through the door, putting his mug of cold coffee down onto the arm of his rocking chair, and slumping down into it. 

“They’ve been running around town complaining of a monster killing your livestock. Something beyond wolves and bears and cougars, mind you.” The young man leaned against the post of the porch. “Any thoughts on what they might be talking about?” 

“I sent the kids to town while I took care of a cougar. They don’t need to be here for it, and there ain’t nothing more to it.” William’s voice sounded more harsh than it needed to be. He should have known better to tell the children to keep their mouths shut, but he had hoped they had been smarter than that. Their family was already condemned for their beliefs and their lifestyle, but the town for the most part had kept their opinions to themselves. Whispers sometimes made their way back to William, but he never paid them much attention. The older man eyed the younger man, something seemed ever so off about the man, but he could barely remember the last time he had seen the man. 

His skin seemed loose, like it didn’t quite fit under the chin, and it was pale, paler than what an active young man should be. And then it hit William, like a brick to the side of the head: this was not the young pastor of the church down the road. 

The lips pulled up into an unnatural grin, showing a row of sharp, yellowed teeth. The soft, kind brown eyes of the, presumably late, pastor darkened and sunk into the sockets of the morphing face. Its skin stretched and pulled away from the bone as the features became pointed and sharp, and William’s heart dropped as the arms of the monstrosity elongated and began to reach for him. 

He pushed his legs back and tumbled out of the chair, he tried to scramble to his feet as the creature let out a blood curdling scream, lunging for the down man. William crawled towards the door, kicking the rocking chair into the chest of the monster. He heard a loud thud as the wooden chair shattered against the body. He managed to pull himself into the house and slam the door behind him. His aching hand fumbled with the door latch while he pushed his full weight into the door. A loud bang came from behind him, and something much stronger than him pushed back against the door. 

A laugh erupted from the lacking lips of the creature, and then the familiar voice of the pastor shouted, “It’s no use, William! We are coming for you, and we are coming for Branch!” 

William crawled to the table and grabbed the obsidian blade that Branch’s ancestor left for him. He clutched it tight to his chest and prayed once again,  only this time, to the God whom he felt had left him to die. 

His breath quickened as he listened, there was no sound coming from outside. No sound coming from inside. He looked around, panicked, his heart pounding in his head, and his left shoulder throbbing. The knife felt warm in his hand as his eyes darted from the door to the windows, anything moving, anything that wanted to cause him and his family harm. 

His breathing slowed and he pulled himself to his feet. William crouched as he moved from the kitchen to the back bedroom. He couldn’t trust anyone now, not until he was sure he could kill that thing that had imitated the young pastor. He closed the bedroom door and slumped against the edge of the bed, away from the window and towards the door; he sighed heavily as exhaustion set into his old bones. He rubbed his shoulder, a dislocation, by his guess. He wasn’t sure if he could set it back in place by himself. He wished his darling wife was there at that moment, to sooth his aches and woes. 

He crawled to the back window of the small cabin home, and carefully stuck his head up to peer into the empty pastures. He saw no movement, no flapping wings of the woodland birds, no crunching steps of the deer, and certainly no shuffle of his cattle or horses. He held his breath as the scent of death wafted through the single pane. The creature that impersonated the young pastor rounded the corner, its shell that it wore peeled off in sloughing clumps. 

William ducked his head back down, and held the knife close to his chest. He couldn’t break through the window, he didn’t have the body for it with his shoulder messed up, but if he could figure out a way to the barn, he could have the upper hand. With the loft in the barn he could have a higher ground, and the element of surprise. He got to his feet and shuttered at the pain in his shoulder, but he persevered against the ache. If the army had taught him anything, it was that pain was a state of mind. And if war had taught him more, it was that there is no giving up until the enemy is dead in your hands. 

Branch stepped in front of Ahanu and into the burning embers that remained in the pit, bringing her back to the realm of light and dark, the physical realm that was their home. Her hair now tangled, and the ash across her face was smeared, but her eyes held the light of determination. She knew what to do, but there were going to be consequences, deadly, and irreversible. 

“Branch, breathe. You haven’t taken a breath of the world, and your lungs may yet collapse,” Ahanu rested a hand on the wing of her shoulder, and she shuttered. The air felt alive in her lungs, and the color of the world felt natural to her eyes once more. The green of the grass was as vibrant as the sun that was rising. 

She looked at Ahanu and smiled, timidly, and sighed. By now, her ancestor had already given the blade to her husband, and she feared that the evil had already paid him a visit, but she tried to steady herself nonetheless. 

“We must brace ourselves for battle,” she said, the weight of her words lingered on the morning dew. 

“What would you like to consult?” Ahanu asked, reaching down to the embers. 

“No,” Branch stopped him half way down, “we must fight blind, we cannot be persuaded by fate.” 

Branch stepped away from Ahanu and looked to the western sky, its fading light chilled her to the core. War had been her blood, but she never expected to see such a gruesome battle in her lifetime. She beat upon her breastplate and hummed the cry of her own father. The sound resonated within her chest, and she felt a strange sense of calm and hate in her heart. She knew that without the help of her ancestors, they would be without hope, but she feared that even they, in all their power, would not appear when needed. 

“If we are not asking the questions, then you must know the answers,” Ahanu sighed. He certainly knew what Branch knew in her heart, but making her face the reality would be the trial of the century. 

The air grew cold as the vision faded. The heavily pined forest was dark and damp, and I laid upon the mess of needles with my hair matted to my face with sweat. Each breath was labored, and I couldn’t see past the shadows. I was away from the tents, alone in the woods without hope, lost. 

“You see, voiceless child,” the voice to the right spoke with malice. “Your family is doomed, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” 

“That’s not true!” I screamed into the dark, scrambling to my feet. “William and Branch fought! They had to have, otherwise, you wouldn’t still be chasing a voice.” Each word echoed off the bark of the trees. “They fought, and so will I.” The confidence dissipated in the mist as each of the monsters showed their faces from behind the trees. 

“You? Fight us?” The second voice asked incredulously.

“With what? Your fists?” The most familiar of the voices mocked, so sweet and vicious in its contempt. 

The third creature lifted its hand to silence the other two. Its fingers stretched out against the dark of night, reaching for me. 

“The weapon that your dear, brave great grandfather used was destroyed. It pierced the heart of another creature more vile than we, but in his attempt to rid his family of this curse, he shattered his only hope.” The third creature's voice changed, no longer venomous, but rather soothing, almost as cooing as the dove’s. 

I backed away slowly from the three beasts, my hands reached behind me as I felt for anything that would serve to protect me. I stumbled upon an ungrounded root, and fell hard to the soil. Tears welled in my eyes, and burned hot down my cheeks, but my hands felt some hope beneath them; the warm soil held heavy stone. I gripped it hard, white knuckled and panting as I calculated my next steps. The closest was the right, the seeming leader was furthest and centered. Without a prayer to gods, I couldn’t reach it with all my strength. 

“The beast that your great grandfather slayed was truly evil, but we? We offer peace to those who know none,” the center creature hissed, attempting to sound as soothing as the one to the left. 

“I know peace,” I growled through gritted teeth, and chucked the stone to the right creature. It thudded against the hollow’s face, crumbling the remainder of its jaw. It let out a haunting scream that filled the silence of the night, like a screech owl mixed with a coyote. 

I turned and ran into the forest, deeper and deeper into the entangled branches and roots. After what felt like ages of running, I tripped and hurdled downhill to the river at the bottom of the ravine, I heard no sound of being followed behind me. I fell onto the riverbank, and coughed up the wind that was knocked from my now broken ribs. I laid there, splayed out to the world, and felt more alive than I had ever felt before.

The sky turned from the black of the night into the light pastels of dawn, and I groaned in protest at the chirping of the morning birds. If what the monster said was true, then I and my family had no hope of ridding ourselves of this curse. But, if they were lying, then the weapon that my great grandfather used was somewhere safe. 

I laid there on the rocky shore of the riverbank and searched every memory of family heirlooms and mementos. Nothing resembled the blade that the creatures had shown me in the vision. My grandfather had never mentioned it, nor my great uncle, and Mother Branch had died years before I was born. My own mother’s story didn’t seem to offer too many hints of the weapon’s existence now. 

The sun was now rising over the peak, and the pain had subsided enough for me to roll over. I crawled to the top of the hill where I had fallen, the cold mud caked my hands and knees, but it covered the cuts that I had acquired from the steep tumble. As I made my way back to the campsite with the rest of my family, I pondered the damage I may have afflicted on the one creature. Surely, it wasn’t enough to kill it, that would be too easy, but that scream, that terrible, horrible scream. It was definitely injured. 

I stumbled back into the campsite, and the family looked at me as if I were a phantom. My mother ran over to me, bumbling like a hen. 

“What happened? Are you okay?” She asked as she tried to pick me up. Her frail frame staggered under her attempt. “Where have you been?”

The man that my mother loved came over and scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the fireside. 

“Mom, what happened to Father William?” I asked feebly before the pain overwhelmed my body, and I passed out from exhaustion. 

#short story #horror #Mild suspense #fiction #writing #long prose #superstition

[vampyre-gutz]

Here’s a list of Alphabetically sorted ‘Call Signs’ for you if you: can’t figure out what yours would be, you need one for an OC, or for whatever other purpose! :)

!! Some of these came off the internet and are real call signs! Some are from Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick which is probably why some of them may seem familiar. Good luck aviators. !!

A: Angel, Alphabet, Agony, Arrow, Assassin, Aggy, Ace, Animal, Astro.

B: Black Cat, Bronco, Bruise, Brick, Basher, Bulldog, Breaker, Blaze, Boomerang, B.O.B, Blade, Bullet, Bull, Bullseye, Bucket, Biggie, Birdie, Boots, Bones, Badger, Buzz, Big-sky, Baby Bat, Bubbly.

C: Cobra, Cypher, Casper, Charge, Cougar, Cyclone, Crow, Cyclops, Chipper, Coyote, Cargo, Charlie, Chaser, Cryo, Chuck, Creed, CooCoo, Cannonball, Circuit, Crash, Colt, Cruella, Creature.

D: Dynamite, Dusty, Dash, Demo, Dice, Duck, Domino, Dover, Dozer, Diesel, Darling, Dasher, DoDo, Dipper, Digger., Deuce, Django, Dottie, Deception.

E: Elvis, Enigma, Egghead.

F: Flatline, Fireball, Fighter, Frost, Fancy, Feather, Flame, Frogman, Fifi, Firecracker, Fun-sized, Fruit Bat, Fungus.

G: Ghost, Goose, Giggles, Gucci, Ghostrider, Grizzly, Great White (shark), Gills, Gibbs, Gonzo, Ginger, Gator, Growler, Gretel, Graveyard, Ghoul, GG, G-Lord.

H: Hangman, Hammer, Hijax, Hijinx, Hollywood, Hurricane, Howler, Heater, Hawk, Honey, High-Tech, Hard Shell, Hydra, Horns, Heebee-Jeebee, Heartbreak, Hellcat, Hansel.

I: Iceman, Ivy.

J: Joker, Jinx, Jester, Jaws, Jacket, Judge, Jumper, Jaguar, Jigsaw, Judas.

K: Killer, Knight, Kanga, Krunch, Kindle.

L: Lucky, Legend, Little red, Lick, Lightbeam, Lambchop, Lover-boy, Lovebug, Lunch Money, Lucifer.

M: Maverick, Mouse, Mad Dog, Maniac, Machine, Mutt, Merlin, Mellow, Major, Mugsy, Mistletoe, Micro, Mamba, Mule, Mad, Memo, Magician, Monster, Moony, Midnight, Magic, Mastermind, Mare, Mustache, Moby, Mortician, Mortimer, Massacre, Mad Hatter.

N: Nova, Navigator, Nerd, Nugget.

O: Ox, Omen, Obi, Octave/Octavia, Oopsie Daisy.

P: Puddle, Porky, Poison, Payback, Phoenix, PopTop, Pyro, Pitch, Puggsy, Princess, Puke, Poltergeist, Phantom, Peacock, Puzzle, Peter Pan.

Q: Quiver, Queenie, Q-tip.

R: Razor, Ripper, Rattlesnake, Rooster, Rebound, Rush, Red, Rags, Robin, Rusty, Rebel, Radiator, Rottweiler, Rapid, Rambo, Red Flag, Rockstar.

S: SHOCK, Skipper, Showoff, Sparrow, Slayer, Smiley, Songbird, Shadow, Scooby, Slider, Sundown, Stinger, Sludge, Shredder, Storm, Silence, Stretch, Serpent, Scout, Shark, Stag, Slick, Sassy, Scooter, Soprano, Spring, Strike, Scorpion, Showtopper, Stallion, Sweet ‘n Sour, Scarlet Witch, Surge, Spinach.

T: Tiger, Taz (Tasmanian Devil), Thunder, Twinkle-Toes, Tank, Tweety, T-Bone, Tumble Weed, Trouble, Tombstone, Tug, Toon, Twitch, Turbo, Tart, Teacup.

U: Uber, Unicorn, Ultimate, Unseen.

V: Viper, Vapor, Vampire, VooDoo, Vanilla, Vine, Venom.

W: Wiki, Wolfman, Wizard, Warlock, Wildcard, Wednesday, Wildfire, Wonderland, White Rabbit.

X: Xeno, X-man, Xanadu.

Y: Youngin.

Z: Zeus, Zebra, Zig-Zag, Zimm.

#top gun #call signs #top gun maverick #call sign ideas #military #us navy #us navy fighter pilot #fighter pilot #pilot call signs

[blubushie]

firearm u would make love to

Pre-64 Winchester Model 70 Supergrade. Any calibre but ESPECIALLY .30-06.

I'm not biased.

Also most revolvers but Colt Python or a Smith & Wesson Model 29 in .44 Magnum. Alternatively, a Smith & Wesson 500 just for the boast factor.

Also also Luger P08.

Also M1 Garand and Lee-Enfield Mk3. They're the cougars of firearms, along with the Luger.

#blu whos #blu pew

[heroofpenamstan]

—UNUSUAL MUSE ASSOCIATIONS !

tagged by @florbelles, @belorage, @adelaidedrubman, @blissfulalchemist, @shallow-gravy, @cameronburke! thank you so much, lovelies! appreciate it. x going to tag @shellibisshe, @loriane-elmuerto, @leviiackrman, @indorilnerevarine, @aceghosts, @strafethesesinners, @sharkyboshaw​! x optional as per!

SEASONING: cajun, paprika, oregano ( both of the kinds found in hope county )

WEATHER: damp, humid air before rain

COLOR: amber, yellow, mossy green

SKY: deep oranges and hazy golden light of sunset

MAGICAL POWER: power augmentation, sharpened teeth, shapeshifting ( the wild, angry wolverine variety )

HOUSE PLANT: spider plant, aloe

WEAPON: shovels, fists, colt 1991, m60

SUBJECT: p.e. ( before smoking addiction and bad takes ) geography ( after said addiction and acquirring the worst take yet—fishing is fun )

SOCIAL MEDIA: singular old facebook account, the password and email of which have been lost since 2010; there is no way to escape the uwu profile picture when looking her up. it haunts

MAKEUP PRODUCT: mascara, sunscreen, lipgloss on a try-hard day; eyeshadow when accesible

CANDY: dried fruit, bubblegum, gummybears

FEAR: of being consumed; losing autonomy of herself, of dying

ICE CUBE SHAPE: any shape as long as it’s sub-zero

METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: rhib-z20, atv; cougar car on a non-lethal day

ART STYLE: colorful tags and throw-ups, industrial deco

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: deianira, scylla

PIECE OF STATIONERY: black sharpie, sticky notes, wood push pins

THREE EMOJIS:😒🐟🤟

CELESTIAL BODY: mars, mercury

SEASONING: bay leaves, garlic cloves, chilli flakes

WEATHER: sunny, cloudless, scorching

COLOR: olive green, brown, red

SKY: purple hues and lightening blue of sundown and sunrise

MAGICAL POWER: natural weaponry, quick adaptation, persuasion/enchanting charm

HOUSE PLANT: umbrella plant, sanseverias

WEAPON: wide arsenal; from pistols to snipers, from assault rifles to dynamite—he knows how to sell and handle most guns and explosives without preferance

SUBJECT: languages, international politics, economics

SOCIAL MEDIA: has the main ones and they are all as cringey as you would assume

MAKEUP PRODUCT: concealer for occasional dark circles, moisturizer, chapstick in the evenings

CANDY: mashmellows, hershey’s; hard candy

FEAR: of being alone, of rejection, abandonement, of being unneeded and powerless, of facing consequences and reprecussions, the angel pit

ICE CUBE SHAPE: proper big blocks

METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: jeep, nick’s plane

ART STYLE: rustic; contemporary photography

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: damocles, hephaestus

PIECE OF STATIONERY: ink pen, 2018 diary, pencil

THREE EMOJIS: 😏👋❤️

CELESTIAL BODY: uranus, venus, saturn

#tag game #deputy joanne burton #michael s. hughes #oc: get to know jo #oc: build a bycicle #duo: dumb & dumber #far cry 5 oc #my edit #my kids

[bobby-john-spn]

This is what I’m using to study English terms!!

Short Story Terms Review

PLOT -- the plan of action in the story. Plot is what happens in a story. Plot can be analyzed according to stages called the Seven Elements of Plot (SPN EX - The plan to take out Chuck)

Motivating Incident - the reason for the action of the story to begin. The motivating incident crates a problem for the protagonist which he or she must solve (SPN EX - Mary’s death)

Conflict -a struggle between opposing forces. This element is the very essence of a short story. In a short story, one of two types of conflict (or both) may be present

EXTERNAL (from the outside) - This is physical conflict: person against person, beast, nature, environment, or the supernatural (SPN EX - any of the episodes with fights between monsters and the boys)

INTERNAL (from the inside) - this is the mental conflict: person against self - a struggle with the character’s conscience or soul (SPN EX - Deans hatred for himself, sam’s fight with hallucinations)

Complications - are situations or events that prevent the protagonist from solving his/her problem (SPN EX - The colt going missing)

Suspense - a feeling of uncertainty experienced by the reader about the outcome of the plot or about the protagonist's future. (SPN EX - Deans doubt that sam will be able to complete the trials)

Climax - the last point in the story where we question the outcome. Once this point is reached, the story usually ends quickly (falling action). The climax is often the moment of highest suspense. (SPN EX - CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SONNN)

Outcome - The ending of the action, the solving of the protagonist’s problems. (SPN EX - SAMS SWAN DIVE)

Denouement - The ending taken a step further or explained. (Not all stories have a denouement.) (SPN EX - Chuck singing Fare Thee Well)

EXAMPLES TO REMEMBER(My Cat Can’t Swallow COD) (My Company Can Ship C.O.D)

MY IDEA (Monkeys Can't Catch Snakes, Cougars, Or Deer) (Miracle, Cas, Charlie, Sam, Crowley, Omen, Dean)

CHARACTERS -- The fictional persons (or maybe creatures) who carry out the action of the story. When you discuss character(s) in a short story, it is useful to know these terms:

Protagonist - the main character in the action of the story (SPN EX- Dean, Sam, Cas)

Antagonist - the forces against the main character in the story (SPN EX- Roman, Azazel, Chuck)

Flat character - usually a minor character who has only one apparent quality (SPN EX- any of the victims family)

Round character - a realistic character having many sides to his/her character (SPN EX- Bobby)

Static character - A character who does not change in the course of the story (SPN EX- Rufus, Roman)

Dynamic (developing) character - a character who undergoes permanent change in the story (SPN EX- Crowley)

Stock or stereotype character - a familiar character type, such as the monster or the clown or the country boy or the absent-minded professor (SPN EX- the bad monsters)

SETTING -- the time and place of a story. The time of a story involves when the story takes place -- it can be the time of day, month, or tear, the season of the year, the time in history, etc. The place of a story involves where the story takes place -- it can be inside or outside, in a city, or a town or in the county, etc. (SPN EX-, November 2, 1983 in Mary and John Winchesters house)

THEME -- the meaning or purpose of a story Theme involves the values that we see in the story, the central idea (behind the characters, setting and plot) that the writer wants us to understand. The theme usually gives us an insight into life. (SPN EX- Saving people, Hunting things, the family business)

#supernatural #dean winchester #spn #dean and sam #my boys #sam and dean #sammy #samuel #deano #sam winchester #english #terms #English terms

[notcruel-archive]

@blakesque sent 

[text:] BRB. These cougars are squabbling over my junk and one of them is offering to pay my tuition ( colt )

[ SMS ➝ Brother in law ] For your sake I hope that it’s actual cougars and not old ladies. 

[ SMS ➝ Brother in law ] ur not about that sugar baby lifestyle. 

#dyn: maddy x colt #blakesque

[mysteriouslyluckyblizzard]

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[goalhofer]

2024 IIHF World Juniors Czech Republic Roster

Wingers

#10 Adam Bareš (Lahti Pelikaani/Slaný)

#11 Matěj Přibyl (H.K. VÍtkovice Ridera/Uničov)

#15 Jakub Hujer (Rimouski Océanic/Prague)

#16 Matyáš Melovský (Baie-Comeau Drakkar/Uničov)

#19 Ondřej Becher (Prince George Cougars/Ostrava)

#20 Robin Sapoušek (Victoria Royals/Karlovy Vary)

#24 Matyáš Šapovaliv (Saginaw Spirit/Kladno)

#28 Eduard Šalé (Barrie Colts/Brno)

Centers

#12 Dominik Rymon (Everett Silvertips/Karlovy Vary)

#17 Sebastián Redlich (Södertälje Sportklubb J20/Prague)

#21 Jakub Štancl (Växjö Sjöers Hockeyklubb/Prague)

#25 Jiří Kulich (Rochester Americans/Kadaň)

Defensemen

#5 Adam Jiříček (H.K. Škoda Plzeň/Plzeň)

#6 Aleš Čech (B.K. Mladá Boleslav/Prague)

#7 Tomáš Cibulka (Val-d'Or Foreurs/České Budějovice)

#9 Tomáš Hamara (Brantford Bulldogs/Prague)

#26 Matteo Kočí (Kamloops Blazers/Karlovy Vary)

#27 Marek Alscher (Portland Winterhawks/Slaný)

Goalies

#1 Jakub Vondraš (Sudbury Wolves/Plzeň)

#2 Michael Schnattinger (Bílí Tygři Liberec P20/Brno)

#30 Michael Hrabal (University Of Massachusetts, Amherst Minutemen/Prague)

#Sports #Hockey #Hockey Goalies #National Teams #Czech Republic #Celebrities #Canada #Ontario #Massachusetts #Quebec #British Columbia #Oregon #Finland #Washington #Sweden #Michigan #AHL #Rochester Americans

[timelesstimesgoneby]

Bewitched Season 1- 8 1964–1972 NR 25m

Dog S01e03 It Shouldn't Happen To A Dog Snake S01e07 The Witches Are Out Piranha Gold Fish S01e11 It Takes One To Know One Chicken S01e14 Samantha Meets The Folks 1960 Goldfish Parrot Bunnies Dove S01e16 It's Magic Cat Pelican S01e18 The Cat's Meow Parakeet Cat S01e21 Ling Ling Two Squirrels S01e22 Eye Of The Beholder Rabbit Caged Parakeet Poodle A Lion Roaring S01e27 There's No Witch Like An Old Witch Raven Penguin S01e30 George The Warlock Dog S01e35 Eat At Mario's Chimpanzee Monkey Lion Bear Seal S2e01 Alias Darrin Stephens Spotted Dog Horse S2e03 We're In For A Bad Spell Frog Parrot Cow S2e05 The Joker Is A Card Ostrich S2e06 Take Two Aspirins And Half A Pint Of Porpoise Milk Horse S2e09 And Then I Wrote Baby Elephant S2e11 Aunt Clara's Old Flame Bird S2e12 A Strange Little Visitor Frog S2e18 And Then There Were Three Chicken S2e20 Samantha Meets The Folks Horse S2e25 The Horse's Mouth Great Danes Little Chihuahuas S2e27 The Leprechaun Parrot S2e31 Follow That Witch (part 2) Dog S2e34 Man's Best Friend Dog Cat Rat S2e35 The Catnapper Cat Fish Fish Eggs S03e07 Twitch Or Treat Pink Polka Dotted Elephant S03e15 A Gazebo Never Forgets Pony S03e18 Hoho The Clown Cow The Corn Is As High As A Guernsey's Eye Stuffed Polar Bear Dog Sled Team S03e21 Trial And Error Of Aunt Clara Frog S03e32 Nobody But A Frog Knows How To Live Dogs Raven A Peacock A Cow, A Llama, A Pony, Some Pigeons And Some Geese A Goose S04e01 Long Live The Queen A Monkey S04e02 Toys In Babeland Goat Bear S04e08 Safe And Sane Halloween Chimp Mokey That Was No Chick Dodo Birds S04e11 Allergic To Ancient Macedonian Dodo Birds Cows And Horses S04e12 Samantha's Thanksgiving To Remember Pony S04e13 Solid Gold Mother-in-law Dog S04e19 Snob In The Grass Chicken S04e20 If They Never Met Bulldog S04e26 Playmates Chicken S04e28 I Confess Cow S04e31 The No-harm Charm Kravitzes' Dog Shetland Pony S05e01 Samantha's Wedding Present Raven Horses Two Dogs S05e02 Samantha Goes South For A Spell A Little Bird S05e05 Its So Nice To Have A Spouse Around The House Horse S05e07 Samantha's French Pastry Sheep Dog S05e08 Is It Magic Or Imagination? Poodle S05e10 Samantha Loses Her Voice Butterfly S05e11 I Don't Want To Be A Toad, I Want To Be A Butterfly Monkey S05e15 Cousin Serena Strikes Again (part I) Monkey Hen S05e16 Cousin Serena Strikes Again (part Ii) Goat S05e18 Samantra, The Bard Cat Dog S05e20 Mrs, Stephens, Where Are You? Chimpanzee S05e22 Going Ape Horse Mynah Bird S05e23 Tabitha's Weekend Mule S05e27 Daddy Does His Thing Hen S06e01 Samantha And The Beanstalk Unicorn Horse S06e02 Samantha's Yoo Ho Maid Bunny S06e08 A Bunny For Tabitha Mouse S06e09 Samantha's Secret Spell Rottweiler S06e10 Daddy Comes To Visit Mother Goose S06e12 Samantha's Double Mother Trouble A Goat A Pair Of Seals Reindeer S06e14 Santa Comes To Visit And Stays And Stays Bat S06e15 Samantha's Better Halves Donkey S06e18 Samantha's Secret Is Discovered Pony S06e19 Tabitha's Very Own Samantha Colt S06e20 Super Arthur Butterfly S06e24 Generation Zap Parrot S06e26 A Chance On Love Rottweiler S06e29 Turn On That Old Charm Frog Two Dogs S07e01 To Go Or Not To Go, That Is The Question Dogs Pink Flamingo S07e02 Salem Here We Come Horse S07e06 Paul Revere Rides Again Crow S07e07 Samantha's Bad Day In Salem Dog S07e09 Samantha's Pet Warlock Monkeys S07e18 The House That Uncle Arthur Built Gorilla S07e22 Darrin Goes Ape Kid Young Goat S07e25 Samantha's Psychic Pslip Camel S07e27 Laugh Clown, Laugh Mule Goose S07e28 Samantha And The Antique Doll Donkey Chickens Horse S08e01 How Not To Lose Your Head To Henry Viii Part 1 Horses Herd Of Goats S08e02 How Not To Lose Your Head To Henry Viii Part 2 Fish S08e03 Samantha And The Loch Ness Monster Unicorn S08e09 A Plague On Maurice And Samantha Siamese Cat S08e12 The Eight Year Itch Witch Horse Three Men And A Witch On A Horse Bear And Cougar Rats And A Goose A Monkey Samantha's Magic Sitter Bullfrog S08e20 Tabitha's First Day In School Dodo Bird S08e25 Samantha's Witchcraft Blows A Fuse

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High Schools/Preps

Photo by Matt Marquez

Crawford shows its one of the top contenders in Division V with win over San Ysidro

We might have found a front-runner in Division V.

Sporting one of its best and most experienced teams since they went 10-3 in 2015, the Crawford Colts improved their record to 4-1 by soundly defeating “host” San Ysidro, 44-6, in a nonleague fotball game Friday night at Hilltop High.

“Tonight we played at a level I want to play at,” said Crawford coach Matt Marquez. “I think we are one of the top teams in Division V and tonight I think we played like it. I haven’t seen everyone; there’s a couple teams in the desert and up north to keep an eye on as well.”

The game was played under challenging conditions at Hilltop because of construction at the Cougars’ home field. Unfortunately there was no scoreboard or announcer and time was kept by officials on the field.

That didn’t deter the Colts in any way.

After seeing their opening nine-play drive end when Cougars’ super freshman A.J. Logan intercepted a pass, the Colts scored on their next five possessions in a row.

Senior Hamadi Sharif scored his first of four TDs on the night when he went in from 19 yards out with 2:06 left in the opening quarter on a trap play.

“I felt too light tonight,” said Hamadi, who finished with 169 yards rushing on just 12 carries. “I had a fourth (TD) in another game but one was called back so this was the first time I really got four.”

San Ysidro (2-4) knotted up the game on the fourth play of the second quarter when quarterback Ja’Marcus Jiles scored on a five-yard run. Jiles would later leave the game after taking a shot to the head.

Crawford, and the Sharif family, answered back immediately. Sophomore brother Abdulahi took the ensuing kickoff 93 yards to take a lead the Colts would never look back on.

“It was a return right, I saw the hole and took off,” said Abdulahi. “Once I saw I got a block from Number 55 (junior Christopher Salas) and I was one-on-one with the kicker, I knew I was gone.”

“They are the fifth and sixth brothers I’ve had from that family,” said Marquez. “This is the first time I’ve had two together; and there’s another one on the way.”

Crawford (4-1) would run off 23 more points before halftime. Hamadi would add TD runs of 1 and 2 yards, and the defense chipped in when a host of Colts tackled Cougars’ running back Angel “Cowboy” Garcia in the end zone for a safety.

In the second half Gavin Nguyen connected with Tre’Von Blanks for a 28-yard score and Hamadi scored his final TD with a 23-yard run.

Crawford finished with a 330-103 yard advantage in total offense.

Crawford 44, San Ysidro 6

At Hilltop High

Crawford 6 23 8 7 — 44

San Ysidro 0 6 0 0 — 6

C — H. Sharif 19 run (kick failed)

SY — Jiles 5 run (kick failed)

C — A. Sharif 93 kickoff return (Reynosa kick)

C — H. Sharif 1 run (Reynosa kick)

C — Safety, running back tackled in end zone

C — H. Sharif 2 run (Reynosa kick)

C — Blanks 28 pass from Nguyen (Nguyen run)

C — H. Sharif 23 run (Reynosa kick)

*Reposted article from the UT by Keven J. Farmer, September 23, 2022  

[simply-eno]

Superstition: A Short Story

Chapter 4. Ancestry’s Horror

The scene was red. William and Billy looked upon the sickly mess with horror and worry. Bits of the horses were spread out across the small, grassy field, and blood covered the muddy ground. They stood against the fence in silence; Billy tried to hold back the retching that inched up his throat at the smell of the iron in the air. 

“What could have done this?” Billy whispered, his eyes welled with tears. The mare that had become more of a family pet than a workhorse laid in a pool of her own blood, her stomach ripped open and exposing her innerards. The two young colts were torn limb from limb, and their long faces shredded. “This isn’t the work of wolves, is it?” His voice was a shiver in the dawning sun. 

“No,” William replied flatly. He stared hard, looking for any tracks, but in the bloody clay and dirt, he could find no identifiable prints. Wolves wouldn’t have ripped open the stomach of the mare and ate nothing. A mountain lion wouldn’t have torn the legs from the colts, but he couldn’t leave his son without an answer, and a lion would be a probable answer that wouldn’t bring upon too many more questions. “Likely, a cougar, boy.”

Billy frowned, and protest on his lips, but before he could say anything against his father’s answer, Gale came running up to them. 

“Father!” Her voice was shrill with panic, and William sprinted the rest of the way to his daughter, when she collapsed into his chest in tears. 

“What, Gale? What is it?” Billy asked, running to catch up with their father. 

“The cows!” She screamed into William's chest, pointing towards the barn. 

“Go back to the house, you two,” William’s voice was hard. “Bill, grab your brother, the rifles, and meet me by the barn. Gale, you and your sister are to stay in the house.” He waited for his children to be back in the house before he turned and jogged to the barn to find a similarly gorey scene. 

The stench in the barn was fresh, and thick with an unusual musk: a mixture of manure, animal, stale hay, and rot. The small latch gates of the stalls had been ripped from the hinges, and one of the center support beams had been busted through; a cow laid beside it with large splinters of wood protruding from its side. Intestines of the poor, gentle beasts were slung over various rails and hooks, like grotesque party decorations. William’s stomach churned, and the back of his throat burned as he choked down the vomit that was climbing. It was unfortunate that Gale had been the one to find this gruesome mess. William had done his best to protect his girls from the harsh reality of slaughter, but this was worse than anything that even he had seen. 

William entered the barn, stepping carefully over the viscera and pools of blood. He needed to see if there were any tracks left inside; this was clearly not the work of an animal, and there had to be something. Anything that would identify the culprit. 

“Father!” Vicky’s voice called from the entrance of the barn. William spun around and walked quickly over to his sons. 

Branch stepped off the train with her large carpet bag in her hand. The air of the city smelled of gas and smoke, and death. She hated coming to the city for her appointments with the old man, but she enjoyed her time with him. While the old man was not family, he was the closest thing that she could claim as such. He was waiting for her, his grimace twisting into a smile as he greeted her. 

"It's good to see you again, Ahanu," Branch said, speaking in her native tongue. "You look well." 

Ahanu chuckled as he pulled the young and beautiful woman into his embrace, but his smile and merriment at their reunion soon vanished as he smelled something upon her collar. He released the hug abruptly and gave her a slight frown; deep in his wrinkles and far in his eyes, he could feel the sense of something wicked and unnatural in his presence. 

"What's wrong?" Branch questioned, seeing the look of unsettledness in the old man's face. 

"Something is amiss back home for your husband." 

Ahanu and Branch quickly hurried out of the train station and through the city.  A shiver ran through Branch’s thick and sturdy body; the years of working the farm with her husband had strengthened her, but the unsettling fear made her weak. 

They entered the small shop of oddities that smelled thick of dust and formaldehyde; jars of conjoined twin pigs and deformed demons of nature, feathers of unknown birds, semi-precious stones cut roughly, sprigs of herbs and sticks of sage, and such things that made the common Christian woman walk away quickly in fear, mumbling about witchcraft and heresy. The shop felt like home to Branch. 

Branch ran her finger over the heavy wooden counter as Ahanu shimmied past the shelves, his hunched back knocking over a small bowl of bones. The knuckled pieces fell to the ground, and chill ran through the both of them as Branch moved to look closer at the unfortunate telling. 

The deer knuckle had shattered, and the eagle sternum had turned to dust. Ahuna and Branch looked dismally upon the foretold deaths. 

"What are we going to do?" Branch asked, and leaned down to pick up the pieces. 

"We must speak with the father," Ahuna replied as he grabbed Branch by the shoulder and led her to the back of the shop. 

The ethereal atmosphere seemed to suffocate Branch as she entered the small back room. The dim gas lamps flickered, causing their shadows to dance eerily on the wall. There was a small round table in the center, covered with the skin of a black bear, and three chairs sat covered in a thin layer of dust. A few paces behind the table was an inlet of the wall, and inside was a deer skull cleaned and sun bleached, feathers and large pieces of obsidian cut like gems were wrapped in leather, and hung from the jaw. Ahuna sat down and gestured to Branch to take the seat across from him. She carefully moved, trying her best to not disturb the spirits that she could feel gathering around Ahuna and the table. 

“Sit among us,” Ahuna said, gesturing to the still air, and the third, empty chair moved back with a loud screech against the wood floor, and then jumped forward to the edge of the table. Ahuna grimaced, “you could be more polite.” 

There was an ethereal chuckle, haunting in its absence of physical presence, echoing softly in Branch’s ear, and it sounded familiar. It belonged to a man that she had never met. She had heard stories, more like myths, of the man known as Father. He was not a paternal relative, nor any kind of relative that could be linked with blood, but he was Father. 

“Branch, child of the whispering willow and the wind, speak now of your concerns,” the disconnected voice spoke; slow and deep, warm and welcoming, full of love. 

“Father, harbinger of the plateau, chief of the river, and spirit to follow in the world beyond; my family may be in danger of a creature I have no bearing to stop,” her strong voice quivered, as if she were a small and timid girl begging for help. “I fear for my husband and my children.” 

Ahuna looked over at the empty chair, carefully choosing his words. 

“Father,” he spoke, confident in his voice, “the bones foretold of death, far greater than that of just family.” 

The air shifted, growing even heavier, and the lamps flickered. Branch felt it hard to breathe, and looked nervously to Ahuna, who sat with his cold eyes fixed on the chair. 

“We are not asking for mere guidance on the issue, we are asking for intervention on behalf of the people who cannot defend themselves against the unknown.” 

There were more voices chattering now in the room, some whispered of death and danger, others wept without tears, and Branch fidgeted in her chair. Father’s familiar and warm tone quieted the others as he began to speak once more.

“And what is it that you would like me to do? Meddle with the lives of those that are not of my descent? Where are their prayers to me? Their begging for forgiveness, their pleas to my power? Branch, child of the whispering willow and the wind, this is not a matter that I can just idly get involved with. It would be best to let the matter rest, and the world will find balance once more.” 

With that, the room fell dead silent, and the air no longer seemed heavy. Ahuna looked solemnly at Branch. 

“What are we to do? If Father will not intervene, we stand no chance against what may be out there, preying upon my family.” Tears began to well in Branch’s eyes, but she stopped herself from crying. “I’ll not have my family murdered by ghost stories and fables.” 

She stood briskly, and Ahuna reached for her hand, taking it gently in his aged fingers. She looked down upon the withered old man, and sighed. 

“We have but one other option, and one that we both know may not have as peaceful an outcome.” Ahuna stood and walked over to the deer shrine, gently grabbing it by the antlers and pulling it from its rest. He placed it on the table, its black and empty eyes stared at Branch. The room filled with a heavy presence, like breathing through a damp cloth, and the smell of rot started to fill the air. 

“An unpeaceful option is all we may have to protect my family. I will not lose everyone for the second time in my life,” Branch spoke stiffly.

William stood stalk still against the cold breeze that was blowing in the morning sun. His sons were chattering quietly behind him as he stared at the mess inside the barn. 

“Papa?” Vicky’s voice whispered, “What did this?” 

William shook his head and turned to face his two boys. “Go and get your sisters and pack up the truck. You’re all going to town.”

Billy opened his mouth to protest, but saw the look of fear and stern fatherly love in the older man’s eyes. He handed the rifle to his father and grabbed his younger brother by the arm, leading him back to the house. Vicky was less compliant, and argued with his brother as they walked, his protests lingered in William’s ears as he gripped tightly the butt of the gun. 

The early morning slowly drifted to mid as William directed his four children on where they were to go when they got to the town. William handed Billy a 20 dollar bill and some small change. It would be more than enough to cover whatever expenses they would face at the inn and get them some fresh grub from a sit-down restaurant, if they wanted. 

“Pa, what are you going to do staying out here by yourself?” June asked from the truck. 

“Well, I reckon I’m going to kill whatever killed the horses and the cows,” William chuckled, trying to relieve their worried looks. “I’ll be fine, now when you get to town, go ahead and try calling your mother. The name of the shop that she does her appointments at is written in the bible, so make sure you tell the operator that.” 

He kissed the girls’ foreheads and hugged his boys and bid them farewell down the road. He watched as they drove down the driveway and turned at the fork before he turned to the house and began his preparations for the long nights without his family by his side. 

Our mother’s voice trailed off, listening intently to the night’s chorus of silence. Her green eyes flickered in the fire’s light, and then she snapped her head dramatically to her left hand that held the empty beer can. 

“Perhaps, that is enough for the evening,” she spoke distantly. 

My older brother groaned and sat back in his busted campseat, nearly falling over. “But, mom! It just started to get good!”

“What does Granny Branch mean by ‘an unpeaceful option’?” My sister asked, leaning forward in her seat and poking the fire with a stick, disrupting the bottom embers.

My mother mirrored her actions. “There are gods that are better left alone, and there are gods that are better off forgotten. Some will ask for a price few are willing to pay to protect even themselves, let alone others.”

The man sitting next to my mother stood up and grunted. He grabbed the beer cans and the butts of the cigarettes from each of us before motioning to the tents. The moon was high above us now, nearing midnight, and it was best that we got some sleep. 

I laid restless in my tent, my sleeping bag suffocatingly tight around my face as I listened to the silence that surrounded the campsite. I huffed and pushed myself out of the cramped bag and unzipped the tent-door. Crawling out onto the dirt and into the night. I sat there in front of my tent and stared at the moon and stars. I could hear twigs snapping far in the distance and the sound of hooves in the soft earth moving further into the woods. 

“Emmy!”

I snapped my head to the sound of my name being called from the treeline. My pulse started to pound in my ears. 

“Emmy?” 

I got up from my knees and stared hard at where the voice was coming from. I knew better than to follow the voice, and I wondered if I should wake my mother. 

“Emerald.”

The voice turned sickly sweet, like saccharine wine, and I could see a pale hand reaching from around a tree. 

“Emerald,” the voice called once more, sounding closer though the hand never moved from behind the tree. 

“What do you want, thief of voices?” 

“Emerald.”

#short story #horror #mild suspense #fiction #writing #long prose

[orjinalkabze]

Stoeger Cougar 8000F/8045/8000FT İçin Özel Kabze. ☎ 📱 📞 WhatsApp İletişim 0505 109 22 65 #kabze #smithwesson #tabanca #beretta #browning #sigsauer #hollywood #hollanda #belgium #colt #walther #taşıma #bulundurma #usa #karakuvvetlerikomutanlığı #avusturya #polis #asker #vatan #bayrak #turkiye #france #sarsılmaz #germany #havakuvvetleri #jandarmaözelharekat (Kaya Silah Showroom) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc7a18RM0Wi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#kabze #smithwesson #tabanca #beretta #browning #sigsauer #hollywood #hollanda #belgium #colt #walther #taşıma #bulundurma #usa #karakuvvetlerikomutanlığı #avusturya #polis #asker #vatan #bayrak #turkiye #france #sarsılmaz #germany #havakuvvetleri #jandarmaözelharekat

[coltcougar]

Inktober: 27: Music. Well, I just drew what we all think when we hear the word ‘music.,,,

#colt cougar #illustration #inktober #inktober2020 #black and white art #crosshatching #Dragonball Z #perfect cell #saxman

[horsesandhockeyplayers]

Erik Johnson's Race Horses

I have painstakingly compiled a list of horses EJ has owned. Racehorses are often owned in partnership so I had to go through the list of partnerships with ERJ Racing (spoiler alert there were a lot). I did this once in 2019 and he only had 70 or so.. Our boy has been a busy busy man. Also, this has taken me over 8 hours to compile and I have regrets man.... so many regrets. Y'all better reblog this because holy fuck did I not anticipate this time suck.

All horses can be looked up on Equibase.com with their name or googled for photos. Erik doesn't currently own *all* of these horses. If they are not sold at auction and are no longer racing Equibase doesn't have current information. But he has owned all these horses at one point and currently owns some.

The list is currently over 120 horses and is under the cut. I've probably missed some.

Key:

Colt: Intact horse under the age of 5

Ridgling: Cryptorchid horse where one or both testicles are retained inside the body

Horse: Intact male horse over the age of 4

Filly: female horse under 5

Mare: female horse over 4

Abbey Vale-- 2010 Gelding

Absolute Weapon -- 2017 Ridgling (cryptorchid)

Achiever-- 2015 Horse

Ack -- 2016 Horse

Almithmaar -- 2015 Gelding

Ardenlee Star -- 2017 Gelding

Barbwire-- 2018 Colt

Benefactor -- 2014 Gelding

Big Handsome -- 2014 Horse

BizNasty -- 2016 Gelding

Borque -- 2014 Gelding (owned with Eddie Olczyk)

Bowies Hero -- 2014 Horse (Won the 2019 Eddie Read)

Brilliant Cut --2018 Filly

Broome -- 2015 Mare

Bucky’s Pick -- 2014 Gelding

Call Me Daddy-- 2017 Colt

Canadian Game -- 2015 Gelding

Cats Blame -- 2014 Gelding

Charter Oak -- 2019 Colt

Claw -- 2018 Gelding

Collins Avenue -- 2016 Gelding

Colormemoney-- 2015 Gelding

Comical -- 2017 Filly

Commander -- 2017 Gelding

Competing -- 2014 Gelding (Also owned with Eddie Olczyk)

Contagion -- 2016 Gelding

Convex -- 2017 Gelding

Convince -- 2015 Mare

Cougar Creek --2014 Mare

Crazy Sexy Munny -- 2016 Mare

Crosscheck Carlos -- 2014 Horse

Curlin Road -- 2013 Gelding

Dancin in Paradise --2016 Mare

Danny O -- 2015 Gelding

Deep Breath -- 2015 Mare

Demon -- 2018 Colt

Devil’s Beauty -- 2012 Mare

Dis Smart Cat -- 2013 Mare

Doghouse -- 2018 Gelding (Out of Erik’s Mare Don’t Tell Jackie)

Don't Tell Jackie -- 2013 Mare (Named for Erik's Longtime girlfriend and suspected wife Jackie Johnson)

Dr. Troutman -- 2014 Gelding

Falcone -- 2015 Gelding

Flip the Coin Jan -- 2015 Horse

Fluent in Sarcasm -- 2017 Gelding

Fortheluvofbourbon -- 2017 Gelding

Free Cover -- 2016 Mare

Harlan Estate -- 2018 Colt

Home Run Kitten -- 2011 Gelding

Honorable -- 2018 Colt

Impossible Task-- 2017 Gelding

Italiano --2015 Horse

I Want One -- 2017 Filly

Joejoe’s Kingdom -- 2015 Gelding

Ladymidtown -- 2016 Mare

Landeskog -- 2016 Gelding

La Vitesse -- 2014 Mare

Lazy Daisy -- 2017 Filly

Line Drive -- 2015 Mare

Lozlovian -- 2018 Gelding

Mack Daddy Too -- 2018 Colt

MacKinnon -- 2019 Colt

MacWinnon -- 2016 Gelding

Mad Mango --2012 Mare

Magically Honored-- 2017 Filly

Magnificent Mags -- 2018 Filly

Midnight Swinger -- 2013 Mare

Mr Game Seven -- 2013 Gelding

Munny Spunt -- 2014 Mare

Nice Ice -- 2015 Mare

Nitro Time -- 2018 Colt

No Thanks Erik -- 2016 Mare

Olin’s Honor -- 2016 Mare

On a Toot -- 2014 Mare

Pardsy -- 2017 Gelding

Passed by Paul -- 2014 Gelding

Patrol -- 2017 Colt

Pats Property -- 2018 Colt

Pivottina -- 2016 Mare

Playa Chica -- 2015 Mare

Pocket Personality -- 2014 Gelding

Point Streak -- 2014 Mare

Policy -- 2016 Gelding

Popular Kid -- 2014 Gelding

Preacher Roe-- 2011 Gelding

Princess Dorian -- 2014 Mare

Rantenen -- 2018 Colt

Rager-- 2017 Gelding

Rather Nosy -- 2016 Mare

Sally Dangles -- 2016 Mare

Salsa Bella -- 2015 Mare

Sarsaparilla --2018 Filly

Scoring -- 2017 Gelding

Secret Message -- 2015 Mare

Sex Symbol -- 2017 Filly

Shane’s Girlfriend --2014 Mare

Shehastheritestuff --2013 mare

Sheplaysthefield -- 2014 mare

Shooters Shoot -- 2017 Gelding

Slewgoodtobetrue -- 2016 Mare

Sober -- 2018 Filly

Sorryaboutnothing -- 2013 Gelding

Speeding -- 2018 Filly

Splashy Kisses -- 2016 Mare

Stripping -- 2017 Filly

Sun and Shadow --2015 Gelding

Surfside Sunset -- 2014 Gelding

Tap it All -- 2014 Mare

Tell Me I’m Pretty -- 2017 Filly

Text Dont Call -- 2017 Filly

The Creep-- 2016 Gelding

The Great One --2018 Colt

That Kenney Kid -- 2018 Filly

Tig Tog --2015 Mare

Tonahutu- 2014 Mare

Toothless Wonder -- 2016 Gelding

Towards the Light -- 2014 Gelding

Truck Salesman -- 2016 Gelding

Twisted Road -- 2014 Horse

United Patriot --2015 Ridgling (Cryptorchid Male)

Very Scary -- 2019 Filly

Wacky Jackie-- 2015 Mare (Named for Jackie Johnson)

Wakes Up Happy --2017 Filly

War Beast-- 2017 Gelding

War Bomber -- 2018 Gelding

Weapon --2018 Gelding

Weekly Call -- 2016 Horse

Whacked -- 2015 Mare

Where’s the D -- 2013 Mare

Wife Approved --2013 Mare

With Herself --2015 Mare

#Erik Johnson #colorado avalanche #horse racing #landeskog the horse