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Off The Beaten Path – The Index Eagle February 1997 by Bob Hubbard

This article is from the Index Eagle, February 1997 and authored by Bob Hubbard. He has given us permission to reprint his articles but PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE. This article may not be reproduced without the express written permission of IndexWa.org and/or Bob Hubbard.
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I suppose I must have seemed to have gone a little bit overboard last month, what with my big to-do about what was. After all, just a mud puddle generating rafts of floating slime. But there you go: I’m that kind of guy. I’m used to looking at the ecosystem from the standpoint of one or another of its bugs or other critters: which usually has me looking around trying to find the food chains which sustain them. Often I find the food item first, usually a plant, then notice the bugs hidden within it or the chew or browse marks left by its other apprecianados. The filter-feeding aquatic bug community though, has resisted this approach because it is a community whose food travels to it. rather than the other way around. Speculating on this community’s food source is easy, but proving it is more difficult: like deducing where in a cloud a particular snowflake first started to form. Seeing the algae rafts pull loose from the puddle’s bottom and start on their way downstream gave me a feeling like watching those snowflakes form in the cloud and drop towards the earth below. A feeling like watching creation.

Sharp readers will have noticed that my puddle musings may have answered only part of the question I’d had about the source of the algaes in the river’s load of drifting plankton. Some of the algaes were obviously pulling loose from their anchorages on the bottom and joining the flow, but what had seeded them into the water before that? Algaes could obviously migrate downstream and settle into new territory this way, but how do they get up into the headwaters?

One possible way is for the algaes and diatoms to get stuck to the feathers and feet of ospreys. ducks, eagles, ouzels and other aquatic birds, who then fly upstream, transplanting some of them with every new landing further upstream, even into the high lakes. Many species of feather mites associated with aquatic birds make their living by eating diatoms and other algaes which get caught in the feathers: this association suggests that diatoms (et al.) are dependably common in the feather habitat, and thus able to be transported and transferred in significant numbers. With their thick fur, wading or swimming mammals such as deer and bears could as easily act as taxicabs for the algaes and diatoms. Indeed, there may be hundreds of such freeways in our forests going every which way. Each splashdown site and cruising track used by an aquatic bird, each wading or swimming site used by a mammal or other animal becomes the launching point for a veritable flotilla of transplanted algaes and diatoms.

Given the appropriate environmental conditions, both green algaes and diatoms (which are actually golden algaes) can form heavily-fortified ‘resting cells” (called ‘zygotes” and ‘statospores” respectively) which are able to survive periods of excessive heat, cold and dessication. So even if the ‘taxicab” critter is out of the water for a period of days, when it finally splashes into those cold, clear headwaters some viable algaes and diatoms are likely to be washed into the stream there, and given the newer, better conditions. These will germinate into their more normal “vegetative” forms.

During the normal course of things, stream levels go up and down in response to weather events, and stream bottom rocks which are one day covered with water may be high and dry the next. The algae’s and diatoms on the newly-exposed beaches generate a lot of resting cells as they dry out and when the winds blow over the beaches these zygotes and statospores are carried away along with the other beach dust. Winds blowing upriver constantly reseed the entire length of it with an eclectic mix of species and even downriver winds in the Western Cascades might bring loads of resting cells from Eastside streams, where these same winds are blowing upriver.

Back in a stream again, these revitalized algae’s and diatoms will either get stuck to a rock or something in the stream channel, or will be born along in the flow of water as freshwater plankton. Plankton is the Greek word for wanderer, and it is used collectively to describe a diverse array of free-drifting organisms, regardless of whether they are plant or animal in nature.

Receiving their energy from sunlight, the drifting algae’s and diatoms use it to pull inorganic nutrients (such as phosphorus. magnesium. carbon dioxide, etc) out of the water they are bathed in. so that as they drift they grow and reproduce. Nutrient-rich waters can support faster growth, other factors remaining the same, but near the river’s headwaters, its nutrient value is low and thus the algae’s growth rate is slow, except near localized nutrient concentrations. So the underwater storm of photosynthesizers gets off to a pretty slow start, with each scarce ‘flake” taking a long time to grow and split into two flakes.

Some of the diatoms and algae’s have the luck to wash into quiet backwater pools where a lot of decaying leaves and sticks are laying on the bottom. The stored energy of these organic riches is slowly digested out of them by bacteria, who break down the sugars and complex organic molecules. Some of the organic nutrients are leached out by the water, which flows over the sticks and through the leaf packs and comes away somewhat enriched, like a very weak tea. The mites and insects in the waterlogged organic debris may help to make the ‘tea” stronger by their action of fragmenting the leaves and sticks, which yields more surface area to leak both organic and inorganic nutrients out of. Algae’s and diatoms, as noted, make use of the inorganic nutrients, while the bacteria are the major initial ingesters of the organic molecules.

A diverse array of protozoans, from amoebae and paramecia to rotifers and hydras, prey on the bacteria and algae’s and diatoms, and serve in turn as food for a multitude of aquatic mites and insect larvae. Surges in the flow of streamwater wash a certain number of these micro decomposer organisms out of the quiet spots and into the main streamflow, where they join the drifting algae’s and diatoms as members of the planktonic community.

Pieces of leaves and wood fibers, some of them quite large, join the plankton fleet too, sent on their way by chewing insects, whose sharp but clumsy mouthparts impart a certain sloppiness to their mealtakings. And of,course. the bites which didn’t get fumbled also make their way back into the stream ecosystem as microfeces, and these drift along as other plankton particles. The sticky algaes and diatoms often attach to the surfaces of the particles of leaf, fiber and rnicrofeces, and the nutrient enrichment there allows fast and lush growth. Pieces of leaf and detritus drifting for long, typically become heavily encrusted with diatoms and algaes.

This example streams plankton community is getting complicated and diverse pretty fast: now we’ve got a drifting army of pieces, some single-celled and quite small, others much bigger, like the diatom-covered microfeces and leaf flakes. We’ve got single-celled algaes and diatoms in both free-drifting singles and multiple-celled clumps, pieces and strands of multicelled algaes, bacteria, protozoans. copepods, water fleas. nematodes and others. The average distances between the drifting pieces are getting shorter and shorter as more and more pieces join the flow: the river takes on some of the character of a giant freeway sparsely populated with traffic, at least from the standpoint of someone drifting along with them. To someone on a riverbottom cobble, it probably more resembles a snowstorm of debris flying by in the liquid wind.

In certain rare stretches, the bottom of the river is smooth bedrock. The rest of the way the river bottom is made of loose rocks and cobbles, and where the water slows down enough, fine gravels, sands and silts. All of these bottom types except the bedrock are made of loose pieces of rock, which pile up and leave spaces between them. These spaces are very important, for they interconnect and allow water to circulate and flow down in the sub-basements of the stream bottom. Cover the bottom of a sloping trough with gravel and then pour water through the trough and you’ll see the same thing. Because of irregularities in the stream bottom contours, in some places water from the open stream is pushed down into the inter-gravel pore spaces while in other locations it is being pulled out of them. The water’s flow in a stream channel, being turbulent, sooner or later carries every particle of plankton down to near the bottom, where it runs a chance of being pulled into the inter-gravel spaces or brushed across the surface of the stream bottom. These are the habitats of the stream’s filter-feeding insect citizens.

There may be a good many of these citizens, especially in the stream system’s lower reaches where just the algae and diatom part of the plankton storm is so intense the very water is turned a murky green. In the upper reaches of the same stream, where the trees and vegetation shade much of the stream, the plankton storm is sparse and many of its flakes are relatively large because of the preponderance of decaying leaves as a plankton contributor. Here, the filter-feeding community may be sparse too.

On the bottom of the stream, differences in flow velocity cause a variety of bottom types to form where different sized particles drop out of suspension in the water. In pools and swirls, pieces of decaying leaves skitter and bounce around like burger wrappers on a bare lot, forming temporary piles and drifts, then blowing away again. Here and there small piles of leaf pieces and twigs remain steady, and only by looking close do we find that some of them are really just rudely-made tents, not true piles, and inside these tents are the larvae, or young of caddiceflies of the family Hydropsychidae. The tents, or retreats, have no fixed design and are glued together with silk extruded from the caddicefly’s mouthparts, using pieces of locally-found leaves, sticks and rocks. Some of them look like patchwork pup tents while others look like multi-peaked Bedouin tents. But regardless of floorplan, the entrance usually tends to face across the current and a special catch-net is built out in the ‘porch area”. The Hydropsychids hang out in their retreats and wait for plankton particles to catch in their nets.

Many Western streams have 3 or 4, or even 5 species of Hydropsychids inhabiting them with a sort of progression of those species occurring, as the stream goes from headwater brook to tailwater river. The largest species, making the largest mesh nets. tend to be typical of the upper reaches, and these tend to catch the biggest plankton flakes as well as the occasional drifting insect, which is also devoured. Travelling downstream, plankton storm passes through communities of ever-smaller filtering species, who use ever-smaller mesh sizes in their nets, so that finally it encounters meshes so fine that tiny individual diatoms and single-celled algaes are caught and retained. Other caddiceflies. of the family Polycentropodidae, make their retreats exclusively of silk mesh, building them in the form of tapering tubes which lead like miniature silk tornados into the inter-gravel spaces of the stream bottom. These retreats act as their own catch-nets, funneling plankton down to the ‘trumpetnet caddicefly” larvae in their down current ends. Other members of the same family spin fine-filtering sheet nets over hollows or depressions in the rocks and live beneath them, plucking food from the mesh. A third family of filter-feeding caddiceflies. the Philopotamidae, has members who make long silk mesh tubes as their retreats, but they make them as parallel-sided tubes called ‘finger nets”, which are closed at the downstream end, open at the upstream end, and glued by their lower edges to the upper sides of stream bottom rocks, so that the current holds them open like windsocks and gradually fills them with plankton.

Several genera of Chironomid midges also feature larvae which make silk catch-nets for catching plankton: the meshes on these are often small enough to trap small diatoms and large protozoans. Other fine-mesh or fine-sieve filterers include blackfly larvae, discussed in an earlier column [Sept. ‘94), and freshwater sponges and freshwater clams who do their filtering inside their bodies, rather than with external nets. Several families of mayflies feature larvae with fringed forearms or other body parts which catch plankton like combs and hold it for eating.

When you consider that just one little filter-feeder might clear the water of thousands of pieces of algaes, diatoms, leaf scraps, microfeces and other particles in it’s larval lifetime: and that a one-meter stretch of a river channel might harbor hundreds, even thousands of filter-feeders, then you can start to see where their contributions to water clarity start to add up. Of course, most of these filter-feeding critters are insects, such as caddiceflies, and they eventually reach maturity and go flying off to find mates. Along the way, many of those fall prey to hungry fish birds, bats, or small mammals or amphibians. The great variety of filter-feeders ensures that there will usually be some species around in useable pupal or adult form (rather than hidden larval form), thus benefiting the birds and bats of the terrestrial forest community nearly year-round.

Filter-feeders are major recyclers in the forest web. Think of how many of them there are on (in?) a stream bottom, and how much plankton each one catches and transforms into flesh. Think of how that flesh represents a unit of cleaned water and that it makes the rest of the water just a little bit clearer because that unit’s worth of particles are no longer in it. From a trout’s point of view, this is creating food from waste.

If I seem overly obsessed with the unglamorous in nature it’s because the glamorous already seem well-met with suitors and don’t want for attention. The filter feeders and their prey, the freshwater plankton, are hardly as exciting as the antelopes and the grasses of the Serengetti or the caribou and the lichens of the North Slope, but in their own environment they are equally important. Trout, lions and wolves respectively depend on such grazers to provide them with meat to eat, crafted from local plant life. (O.K.. sometimes not so local in the filter-feeders’ case.) In the stream ecosystem this food chain is not so easy to observe: filter-feeders in particular spend most of their lives totally hidden from view on (or in) the stream bottom, and the planktonic community, though exposed to direct view, is normally made of such small members as to be functionally invisible in the moving water to the unaided eye.

In this largely unheard-of world, drifting plants powered by sunlight scavenge the waters of inorganic nutrients, bacteria scavenge the organic nutrients, and hidden insect larvae filter the waters of the drifting algaes, decaying leaves and other organic particles, cleaning the waters as a result and keeping the nutrients on site.

Filter-feeding is an elegant way to turn otherwise lost nutrients (once it’s dissolved or on the way downriver, how else do you get it back before it’s gone?) into local environmental gain: attaining in two steps the form of the ever-useable, edible insect, that universal coin of nature.

Off The Beaten Path – The Index Eagle January 1992 by Bob Hubbard

This article is from the Index Eagle, January 1992 and authored by Bob Hubbard. He has given us permission to reprint his articles but PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE. This article may not be reproduced without the express written permission of IndexWa.org and/or Bob Hubbard.
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Off the Beaten Path – Jan 1992

She was few days short of a year in age. This pupa of a certain caddicefly of the family Limnephilfdae, and she was nearly at the end of her life’s cycle. She had lived until now in a series of portable sand-and-silk tubes or cases of her own making, dragging them around the stream bottom as she combed the area for decaying plant or animal matter, algae. and anything else she could scavenge to eat. Two months ago, she stopped eating, glued her case to a river bottom boulder, sealed up the ends of her case and went into a kind of hibernation while her body metamorphosed, changing into its pupal form. Now that changeover was complete and she was chewing away at the silk-and-sand barrier at the front of her case.

She was among the first to attach to her rock, and probably unaware that she had since been joined there by dozens of others of her species. Other rocks nearby, harbored similar concentrations of the squat cylindrical cases that went by the common name of Periwinkles. Inside these cases. other caddice flies were also waking up and starling to chew.

Tonight at dusk, and for the next three dusks, nearly the entire local population of this species of insect – hundreds of thousands. if not millions of individuals – was about to make a big, synchronized dash from river bottom to shore, right through a gauntlet of hungry trout.
The trout knew something was up; a few early emerging caddice flies had already been interrupted In their race for shore. The fat insects made excellent snacks, and throughout the afternoon more and more trout had drifted into the area in anticipation of a good meal. As dusk approached, the trickle of emerges increased to a gush, then a roar. The ‘hatch”, as the fishing people term it, was on.

The particular caddicefly we have introduced finally chewed her way out of the case during the height of the hatch. Her actions were typical of those of her kind. As soon as her body was out of the case it started generating a small amount of gas. This couldn’t escape through her pupal skin, so it started to accumulate under it, forcing it away from another layer of skin under it, her soon-to-be adult skin. The river current plucked her from her grasp on the case and she went tumbling away downstream. All around her the water was filled with other tumbling bodies. The trout swept through this horizontal hailstorm like wolves veering and snapping, enjoying this first course of a fine natural meal.

The caddice tumbled for a bit near the river bottom before the gasses under her skin caused her to rise to the surface. Her legs, short and strong during her larval phase, (the better to drag her heavy case around with), was now longer, and fringed with hairs. She worked those long legs now like mad oars with multiple knees, scrambling her way upward in a tangled blur of motion. The trout continued to dash around stuffing themselves, and several times in her ascent the caddicefly was buffeted by currents caused by the darting fish.

Reaching the surface, the caddicefly heads for the nearest shore. All around her are other caddiceflies with the same goal. Legs rowing, windmilling and thrashing, they head for shore like a miniature D-day fleet. Swirls and explosions of water all around tell the caddices of lost comrades and the narrowing of the gene pool. Rainbow missiles erupt from the water, jaws agape, insect victims centered between hookscarred lips. To the insects, the shore seems a long way away.

Each caddicefly must face ruthless enemies and appalling odds in its sprint to the beach. But because they have evolved a synchronized emergence. the caddiceflies make that dash in a crowd. The trout find themselves literally overwhelmed with food. and enough insects usually get through to assure continuation of their species. Once safely ashore, the caddiceflies crawl into the bushes and moult out of their pupal skin, whose only purpose seems to be to get the insect from its river bottom case to the shore. The now adult caddices must soon run another gauntlet of enemies, as the slim, moth like insects assemble over the river in large swarms to find potential mates. Bats and birds swoop through these swarms like trout of the air, gorging themselves. Thousands more of the insects are lost, but again their natural enemies are overwhelmed with prey, and many more caddices live long enough to find mates in the Single’s Bar atmosphere of the swarm.

The paired caddiceflies leave the swarm and fly to the nearby forest floor to consummate their ‘marriages”, and then the females fun a gauntlet one more time as they fly over to and into the river and swim and struggle their way back to the bottom again. Here they lay their sticky strings of eggs on the rocks and gravels, and finally, their life complete, they release their grip on the bottom and allow the gentle current to deliver them, slowly tumbling to the many mouths of the river.

Bob Hubbard

Off The Beaten Path – The Index Eagle June 1997 by Bob Hubbard

This article is from the Index Eagle, June 1997 and authored by Bob Hubbard. He has given us permission to reprint his articles but PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE. This article may not be reproduced without the express written permission of IndexWa.org and/or Bob Hubbard.
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Sometimes while walking alone, I imagine what it must be like to be as small as a bug, flying along high above the grasses, looking down on them as we humans might look down from an airplane to the forested land beneath it. How much huger a small lot becomes; how incredibly many insect-miles it is to go virtually anywhere. And yet, as the insects are small next to us, so are the mites small, next to insects. If a human mile is roughly 1000 body lengths, and an insect mile and a mite-mile were to be proportionally equivalent, an insect mile for an inch-long bug would be about 83 feet, but a typical mite-mile would only be a couple or three feet long. So when I get tired of imagining grass stalks the size of redwoods, I scale down to mite size and look at them as great green columns the diameter of office buildings whose tops might be a mile or more above their bases, and whose leaves are like ten-lane freeways climbing into the sky.

You have to get right down next to things to see them in even remotely the same scale as the mites might, if they had eyes to do so. For instance, you could hold an alder leaf at arms length and still see most of the insects who are likely to visit it, but you have to get real close to it, and bounce the light off the surface just so to see a mite sitting on it.

But if you want to track down a mite with your naked eye, you might want to start by using a bare rock surface instead of what could turn out to be a whole bunch of leaves. Skimming low over the rock’s surface, you can see vast areas at a glance, as if you were flying over a desert looking for stray cattle in the arroyos. The rock is not unlike a desert; water doesn’t stick around long after a rain, almost nothing grows there, and shade may be nonexistent. The temperature at the surface often climbs well above 120 degrees on sunny days.

Most mites I’ve found in these desert like habitats have been predator mites. Their prey, creatures such as springtails and other mites, must be out there too, but it’s usually the predators I see, probably because they are usually colored a bright red, and their rapid movement catches the eye.

Of all the mites I’ve found this way, most have been from a single family of mites, the Anystidae. This is not an especially diverse family, but its members are widely distributed. In fact, I’d bet that many, if not most of the people reading this have actually seen an Anystid before. Think back: have you ever been reading a newspaper and noticed a small red dot scurrying around on the newsprint? How about when reading a book …ever notice any small scurrying red dots on any of the pages? I have, dozens of times, but then, I’ve been on the lookout for them; once you start looking for them, it’s only a matter of time before you track one down or it tracks you down. These red dots are mites. Anystid mites, more often than not.

Mites are more closely related to spiders than to insects, and if you look at an Anystid through a magnifying glass or microscope you can see the obvious resemblance. Superficially, they look like a shrunken-down version of a long-legged tarantula: most of what you see is their eight hairy legs. But their body only consists of one section, unlike the two-segmented bodies of spiders.

It almost seems a miracle that anything as small as a mite could live and get around; where, for Pete’s sake, in that little dot is there enough room to stuff all the necessary vital organs, and where in those long skinny legs is there room enough for the muscles, blood vessels and nerves necessary to make them work? And how do you coordinate eight legs, each with seven separate musculated sections? However you do it, Anystids do it extremely well; they are such good runners they’ve earned the common name of “Whirligig mites”. In my experience, they are almost constantly running.

It turns out that, while miniaturization poses special mechanical problems, it also allows for some fairly elegant solutions. There’s no need for blood vessels, for instance, in a body so small; the inside of the body and the legs is one big interconnected cavity, and movement keeps the blood sloshing around so that all parts get bathed in it. And then there’s those pipe stem legs: they’ve got fewer muscles operating them than you might expect. Most creatures have a set of muscles to bend their legs and another set to extend them, and walking is a coordinated effort between those opposing sets of muscles. Mites have opposing muscle-pairs in only the first and last segments of their legs; in the other segments there are muscles to curl the legs, or bend the knees, but none to unbend the knees and cause the legs to extend. So what causes leg extension? Hydrostatic pressure.

Have you ever blown up a rubber glove to make a five-fingered balloon? If so, you know that it is the air pressure in the balloon which makes the fingers pop out straight. Bend them and release them, and they will snap back straight again. Mites are a bit like those fingered balloons; they are essentially little sealed bags of fluid with legs appended to them. Further, they have large sets of muscles which loop around their guts and are designed to squeeze them. When their gut muscles are clenched, it increases the internal pressures in the mite, and this pressure is what uncurls the legs and extends them.

When they run down their prey, the Anystids dispatch it with a quick bite from their unusual mouthparts. To visualize these parts at work, imagine that you have a hunting knife held stabbing fashion in your right hand. Cross your right hand over so that its thumb, and the hilt of the knife touches your left shoulder, and the blade is pointing forward. Now imagine the left hand with a similar knife held likewise at the right shoulder. If you were to attack, say, a telephone pole, you could stab it on the left side with your right hand or stab it on the right side with your left hand. Or, you could let fly with both hands at once, which is kind of how the crossed-over, sickle-shaped chehcerae of the Anystids work. Fast-reacting prey like springtails, who can hop the equivalent of a city block when startled, can be securely gripped on the first bite by these tong-action mouthparts. Flanking them is a pair of jointed, fingerlike food manipulators called palps; with Anystids, these are almost half as long as the legs, and may look like an extra pair of legs which lack terminal claws.

Run and stun. Grab and stab. Chop and slop. Slurp and burp. Another culinary pit stop on the great racetrack of an Anystid’s life. But there must be more to life than this, right? Right. There’s finding a mate, for instance. That’s something I’m not sure how they do. Consider the situation of a mature but single Anystid in it’s native environment: a lone dot running like hell across a burning desert of hot rock, somehow hoping to run into another of the same species but opposite sex who’s the right age for breeding and in the mood. Not exactly encouraging odds, but somehow the breed survives; I eagerly await the scientific howdunnit and wonder if it’s been published yet.

Anystids have always been more than just ordinary mites tome. Cleared and mounted on a microscope slide, they are one of the most beautiful of the mites. They are also one of the most difficult mites to make a good slide mount of, because of the way their long legs tend to curl up into a kind of a hopeless looking knot when you drop them into the mounting medium on the slide top and get ready to drop the cover slip over them.

A good, obedient mite specimen will splay its legs out like a starfish, and as the cover slip lowers, it will stay in position. A typical specimen, on the other hand, will sort of surf around on the slide top and end up skewed sideways, sometimes with one or more legs folded up. A typical Anystid specimen, at least for me, has to have each of its legs patiently unfolded, and has to be held firmly yet delicately in place, so that they cannot refold into their beloved “hug-knot” configuration. The word “delicate” seems too coarse to describe the operation.

This manipulation is done with sharp tweezers and needles, while looking through a microscope at the victim, -er, specimen, which, you’ll remember, is about the size of a spot on a Ladybug’s back. Through the lens, the needle and tweezer tips look like telephone poles as they poke, grab and pull at the specimen. At first it looks and feels like some second party is operating the telephone poles by remote control, with all the grace of a blind backhoe operator, but practice improves the game. I’m not the most coordinated of persons, so I practiced on commoner soil mites before I attempted wrestling with an Anystid. I pulled off more arms than a drunken superman at a hand-shaking contest, but I developed a sort of “feel” for dancing these little critters around using pokes, tugs, and judicious use of pressure on the cover slip. And I finally got a good slide of an Anystid. The school has it now. I have my degree, but they have my mite.

I never gave up being a small game hunter, and though I hung up my tweezers a while back I still pack a hand lens into the bush. I still drop down to mite height occasionally, and skim my eyeballs over a hot rock desert looking for predator mites, but really, I have just as good a chance of finding them in a newspaper or on a concrete wall.

I read in a book recently that the Tarahumara Indians of Mexico have running so deeply ingrained in their culture that individuals have been known to cover over 600 miles in a week, barefoot. Even scaled down into mite miles, I have a feeling that for one of the Whirligig mites, that would be a slow week.

Local Bob Hubbard in the news

From the Everett Herald, Sept 5, 2008

Solitary foe disrupts Index gun range shooting test….

INDEX — The plan was: shoot toward the politicians.

A half-dozen people gathered in waist-high grass Thursday morning to shoot in the direction of state representatives, local mayors and sportsmen.

If the shooters were right, none of the birdshot from their shotguns would reach people lined up more than 600 feet away on the border of an old shooting club in Index.

Read the complete story HERE….It should be available for a while.

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