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THESE ARE NOT NATURE VIEWS THEY ARE SWIFT ULTRALITES! THE NATURE VIEWS DROWNED IN KATRINA AND I HAVE THEM IN MY STOREROOM AND WILL PUT THEM HERE LATER!*
HERE IS THE PAIR THAT WAS RUINED IN KATRINA
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THESE ARE NOT NATURE VIEWS THEY ARE SWIFT ULTRALITES! THE NATURE VIEWS DROWNED IN KATRINA AND I HAVE THEM IN MY STOREROOM AND WILL PUT THEM HERE LATER!**
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It's later... Here are Sally's Nature Views that got drowned in Katrina. The Ultra Lites are better anyhow. Dad and I should have got her Swift Audubons from the start.
ALL REFERENCES TO SWIFT AUDUBON BINOCULARS IN MY BIRD DATABASE
Got 'em in 1998. The receipt on this page is for my new ones, the new version.
Elliot and Cooper Roads 4/1/1998 Today the Paula Jones case was thrown out of court. went to this site after work to try out my brand new super smokin' Swift Audubon 8.5X44 binoculars. Oh, what a view!!
Elliot and Cooper Roads 4/3/1998 With Larry and Nancy and Steve and Sonny Showed up too. New Swift Audubon binoculars. We went to the Verde River too, Larry and Nancy and I.
Pima Canyon 4/26/1998 Sonny and Steve and I went. We walked clear up to fat man's pass and we walked there for about five hours. Came back on the Mormon Trail. It started raining and thundering and the rain was quite cold. It stopped and we were warm again. ----- well, it's years later and i wanted to add that this was the time (if I remember correctly) that I had the newist Swift audubons and had to wrap them in plastic of some kind to protect them from the rain.
My swift Audubon 8.5 X 44s have a whopping 430-foot field of view. This means that at 1000 yards, I can see 430 feet left and right -- as well as up and down. It also means that I have an easier view; it's easy to get a bird in my sights with 430 feet to work with. Locating birds with a narrower field of view takes more effort and your eye and mind get tired faster trying to do so.
Pima Canyon 04/02/2005 Ditsworth and I. Steve had a cold. MY SWIFT AUDUBON ORIGINALS BROKE. We went up Pima Arroyo all the way to the tunnel. It took about an hour to walk back but a lot longer to get there.
Most people don't realize what a tremendous difference good binoculars make. I didn't know that myself until I upgraded to my Swift Audubons. I can't even see through my old binoculars now. How I ever used them I'll never know. So, if you want to take up bird watching, get some good birding binocs -- and don't ask some hunter in the sporting goods section of WalMart or Popular Surplus for advice. They don't know diddle about binoculars. Ask some bird watchers. Over the past sixty years they have put more demands on optics than anyone else on earth and are the real reason that binoculars have evolved into the quality instruments that they have.
We all sat on some logs and loafed a bit. One of the guys was an former US Air Force F-15 pilot and he and another guy talked about birds and planes. The girl in front of me had a pair of Swarovski 10 X 42 roof prisms and she let me try them out. I focused on a tree that had fallen across the stream. Through the binoculars, the tree looked huge and the view was brighter than that of my Swift Audubon 8.5 X 44 porros. These binocs had some fine optics. Just the same, the image shook quite a lot and the field of view was only 350 feet or something -- too narrow for my taste.
The trail leads down between two tall cairns which stand like sentinels to the Gates of Mordor. From here the route fairly plunges over the edge. While hiking the Horse Trail with a big pack is challenging, and Blue the Spring Trail perilous, The Salt Trail is, well, medium dangerous, at least for us. There are few places to make a straight-air fall, but there are plenty of spots to stumble and break every bone in your body. For the hardcore canyoneer, the passage may seem a dreamboat with just enough challenge to make it interesting. For my brother and me, however, it’s different. With the heavy packs balanced on our backs, working down the chute of jumbled yellow blocks is difficult and scary. Tom, in particular, is at a disadvantage. Although he’s a strong hiker, he’s not all that fond of it; he has only come along because he wanted to look at birds. Those heavy, three-hundred-dollar Swift Audubon binoculars swinging from a strap around his neck aren’t helping much. Despite my warnings of what the terrain might be like, he had still imagined walking upright on something resembling a trail. In addition to this, he has ignored my advice and stuffed into his pack many glass bottles of Redhook beer. He has decanted a pint of another specialty brew into a plastic canteen stuffed into a side pocket. The cap is loose. A hoppy aroma follows in his wake. Worst of all, he is a studied doomsayer. At every precipice he imagines a fall and supplies with many adjectives the details of shocking compound fractures. If I point out an interesting rock, he is apt to make dark allusions to its precarious position and comment on the damage such a heavy object would do if it were to trundle over your skull. In the distant roaring of jets, he imagines approaching flash floods and often pauses to evoke appalling visions. All this crepe hanging fills me with dread. My mind is laden with morbid thoughts of tragedy and catastrophe.
Greenfield and Guadalupe Roads 12/03/2006 I hadn't been for a while and I missed November's great ducks, so I went. I left Honey at home. I met an older guy and we chatted. He had swift audubons just like mine but his were all beat up. A lady came by. she wanted to see orioles. She was on her way to Morenci, where she got a job. Her husband and her see each other on weekends because she decided to get a job out of town.