Word: islanded
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...weekend regatta November 8 and 9, the Crimson sailors finished third in a 12-team field. M. I. T., the winner, hosted the event, the NEISA Fall Intersectional for the Schell Trophy, Harvard, with 120 points, was only one point behind the University of Rhode Island...
...cropped up, the result was the same. Voters within the Mojave Water District of California's San Bernardino County refused a proposed coal-burning power plant despite the increased taxes it would have contributed to the district. Reason: the plant might pollute the clear desert air. At Mercer Island in Lake Washington, a suburb of Seattle, residents faced another difficult choice. Did they want to preserve a wooded park? Or did they want to bulldoze the tall conifers to make way for a nine-hole community golf course? The voters of the community decided by a decisive...
...swing, and Bear was among the 60,000 bowmen stalking the wily whitetail. The deer were in little danger; while one in four gun hunters bags a whitetail each season, only one in 20 bow hunters is successful. Reducing the odds further, Bear chose to hunt on St. Martin Island, an uninhabited, densely wooded patch in Lake Huron that stands as a kind of moated fortress of the whitetail. Associate Editor Ray Kennedy joined Bear. His report...
...heroic fall day, Fred was already prowling the beach, studying the heart-shaped tracks. "They're here," he whispered. A rangy, rawboned man with the weathered look of a backwoods sage, he was wearing his favorite old camouflage jacket and a battered gray fedora. As he explored the island, half a dozen deer bolted from distant thickets, their upturned tails waving like white flags. Later, sipping black coffee out of a tin can, he smiled: "Looks like this is going to be too easy for the bow. Maybe 1 should have brought my spear...
...Fred positioned his razorhead arrow and watched for five, ten, 20 excruciating minutes as the buck worked his way toward the clearing. But suddenly, he jerked his head, wriggled his nose, and was off into the bush. "Damn!" exclaimed Fred as he huddled over the camp stove. "With this island's tricky wind, it's hard to beat a deer's nose...