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The Deer Hunter
Flying low and fast in my Mustang one day, and polishing the clock face I spotted movement on the ground. I reefed the big bird skywards, rolled inverted and scanned the ground... what had I stumbled across? A Kubelwagon full of high ranking German Staff officers? Advance recon units for the Blitzkrieg? Whatever it was, it was fast and elusive. I never did find it! A few days later the same thing happened... a flash of movement glimsed out of the corner of my eye and then gone. Was this a ghost of battles past or some kind of Belgian Yeti Meti or Shookpa - Yowie or Bigfoot?
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