In the first half of 2010, Bank Pekao SA Group reported income from operations of 3 526 000 000 zł, 1.2% higher than in the first half of 2009 operating profit from core business rose by 5.6% year on year, thanks to the increase of net interest income and income from fees and commissions. Total net interest income of EUR 2 125 million zł was higher by 4.6% per year, mainly due to increase in interest margin to 3.7%.

Savings retail customers increased by 2.5% on a quarterly basis and have reached a level of 194 million zł 62. However, the portfolio of corporate deposits in the second quarter of 2010 increased by 8.1%, reaching 54 692 million zł.

The portfolio of retail loans from March to June increased by 5.4%, reaching 30 zł 044 million, while PLN mortgage portfolio has increased in this period by 4.1% to 14 037 million zł. This was made possible by increased quarterly sales by 57% to 1 120 million Eur. By contrast, a portfolio of consumer loans increased on a quarterly basis by 3.7% to 5 zł 544 million, and sales increased by 31.9% and amounted to 1 080 mln zł. Such a result was achieved by significantly improving the business, which translated into increased sales of strategic product segments. However, the volume of corporate loans at the same time increased by 3.5% and reached 51 397 million zł.

Net fee and commission income in the first half of 2010 increased by 7.3% year on year, reaching 161 million zł. This was possible due to both increased as a result of the fee and commission income from banking activity, as well as fees associated with the capital market.

Costs are under complete control, resulting in a decrease in operating expenses by 3.1% year on year. Factor cost / income was revised on an annual basis by 2.3 pp to 51.2%.

With the continuation of effective risk management policy, the cost of risk after six months was at 0.71%. The coefficient of irregular loans amounted to 7.1% and was lower by 0.1 pp quarterly, and significantly lower than the market average.

- Net profit of € 1 billion 222 million zlotys, or nearly 4 percent more than last year, is the best proof that the Bank Pekao remains on a path of sustainable growth “- said Alice KornasiewiczMember, CEO of Bank Pekao. -” We noted an increase sales in all our strategic product segments: in mortgages, consumer loans, and loans for small and medium-sized enterprises. However, our satisfaction comes not only with numbers, but primarily from the fact that what we said before you three months ago , brings the first fruits, and a positive prognosis for the next month. ”

- For the fifth time in a row, exceeded the level of 600 million zł quarterly net profit, thus confirming the ability to achieve stable results for the benefit of all concerned, especially for our customers and employees. “- Said Luigi Lovaglio, First Vice President and Chief Executive Officer Bank Pekao. “- Constantly strengthen our business model and execute strategic initiatives, focusing on the development, reputation and high level of satisfaction of our customers and employees.”

Was told when I purchased it that it runs off a marine battery but never hooked one up. Electrical hook-up works, lights work, tail lights work, haven’t done anything with the stove or fridge, also includes working microwave. Also comes with a can of liquid aluminum for possible future roof repairs, and tow kit included.

Was purchased in 2007 and had every intention of fixing it up and keeping it.

Due to family circumstances and it being stored at my grandparents house however it must be sold.

I am asking $700.00 or best offer willing to negotiate. Must have full size truck or full size van to tow it.

CASH ONLY!!!!! Sold As Is…….. Im not responsible for anything once it is sold. Additional pics available if requested.. Miss Miller
•Location: Flushing, MI         Luckygirl17@rocketmail.com

Located on craigs list also pics available on craigs list

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Texas is home to the largest herd of whitetail deer in the United States and is estimated at over 4.5 million deer. The Lone Star State is also known for producing some of the largest trophy whitetail bucks in the country. So how can a hunting outfitter in West Texas boast to being the best kept secret in Texas? Lets find out. 

Meeting up with Dan Brinlee, of Brinlee Ranch Hunts, is warm, hospitable, colorful and Texas-friendly. He’s been hunting this area for more than 26 years, but he’s been a guide and outfitter for the last twelve. “We’re the best-kept secret in Texas,” Brinlee stated. “We tell others where the place is, and they say, ‘Where? West Texas?’ They can’t believe that there’s this much quality game here.”  

Located in Terrell County on the rugged western edge of the Edwards Plateau, Brinlee Ranch Hunts has over 60,000 acres of prime low-fence deer hunting habitat. Brinlee said by working with Texas Parks & Wildlife biologists they have developed a uniform deer age structure with an ideal 2:1 doe-to-buck ratio. The ranch holds one deer for every 10-12 acres. If you do the math, that’s around 6,000 deer. “Those are some really amazing numbers for a low-fence operation,” Brinlee stated. “Our number one goal is to make sure our hunt is an exiting, memorable, and successful experience for our clients.”  

“The ranch has plenty of trophy bucks that will score 150-160 B&C or better,” Brinlee added. “Only one guy in twelve years didn’t shoot a buck. He won the hunt and he was a real trophy hunter. He told me he wouldn’t shoot one unless it was a monster.”  

Brinlee has built up a solid clientele base that has about a 70 percent return rate. Many of his hunters are regulars from California. Brinlee says California hunters seem to really appreciate the amount of wildlife, the abundance of deer, and the quality of the bucks here. “The biggest problem is that they shoot the first buck they see and then later see a nicer one,” Brinlee said.  

Experienced guides such as Kenneth Self and Harlan Hinds have incredible records on guiding hunters to deer. Hinds is 80-for-80 with buck hunters over the past three years.

If you are truly thinking about booking a hunt in Texas, do not book anywhere else until you find out what Brinlee Ranch Hunts has to offer. You can contact Dan at info@brinleeranchhunts.com or go to www.brinleeranchhunts.com for more information.

 By Kent S. Eddy ©

Saturday dawned bright and early, but not before I, Jedi Master Bow (aka Kent “Dead-Eye” Eddy–I’ve got one bad eye) had climbed stealthily into my jedi bow blind, towing 36 feet above the forest floor.  (OK, it actually only towers 16 feet, but it feels like 36 feet when the wind is blowing).  The tower is 6’x6’ square and sleeps three.

Following me closely were my two newest bowhunter-in-training padiwans Aaron “Deer-Like-Frenchfries” Meadors and Steve “I See One!” Wolfgang.  We made our climb and sat in the cool darkness awaiting our fate. 

When darkness yet covered the forest like a blanket, the trio had melded into the scents and sounds of the forest awaking from slumber.  Well, one of us had.  I have not taught the young padiwans how to meld with the scents and sounds of the forest yet. That is Lesson #3. Today I will teach Lesson #1 “Why One Must Sit Still and Quietly” and Lesson #2 “What Happens When One Does Not”.

   Steve danced from window to window as stealthily as a fifteen-year-old can who has consumed half a box of Sugar Frosted Cocoa Bombs and a Cola for breakfast. Whispers of “I hear a deer” and “I think I saw a deer!” follow him around the dark tower as mice rustle leaves in the darkness far below.  Steve is unable to contain his excitement at joining Jedi Master Bow in his jedi tower.  I did not fear to smile, knowing my satisfied grin would not be seen by my two young quests.

   Aaron spent his time before daylight either squirming on this not-too-squeaky chair or jerking his head up from a snooze at every crinkle of a leaf made by some clumsy critter in the pre-dawn darkness.

   I resignedly accepted my fate as I patiently and stoically waited for first-light and—hope beyond hope—waited for the unsuspecting four-footed venison target to step one step too close.  I knew this would not happen today.  There was far too much noise from the tower blind, far too much motion from the blind, and far, far too much fragrance from its young occupants.

   As I settled into my Waiting Chair, I pondered many unanswerables.  Like, why do teenagers choose not to bathe frequently? Do they not know that a bar of sap and a shower removes offensive odors?  Maybe they do not realize water will not hurt them?  That, in fact, their skin is waterproof?  I also pondered why they do not wash their jackets. Is “B.O. au Frenchfries” a lure-scent for teenage girls?  These and similar questions occupied my mind as the young apprentices fidgeted and snickered about how the “Old One sleeps when we are surrounded by deer”. 

I do not sleep.  I remain motionless… in tune with the Source. I meditate. It is dark. The sound and scents carried on the shifting breeze…they tell me what I need to know when the eyes are blind. 

My young padiwans have much to learn.  I am old. Maybe I am too old to teach them. I do not sleep. But I do drift into “story mode” once or twice, jotting notes in my mental journal to recall later.

I shall call the short one Grasshopper”, thinks I, the one the young ones know as Master Bow.  “He bounces too much and does not stay seated. In his mind, every night noise is a deer sneaking past. Excited, this one is . Impatient.  Perhaps he is too old to learn the way of the jedi bowmaster. He must learn to scan the woods like the deer: turn…pause….look…listen.”

“The tall one I shall call Cricket because he make noise every time he breaths.  He must learn to sit still, like the owl. Quiet. Patient.”

The Old One sighs as he shake his head, resigned to his fate:  To see game this morning only to have it scared away by his young, fidgety cadets.

“Master Bow!  I see one! …I think”, hisses Grasshopper for the forth time in half an hour. 

I peek briefly from under one lazily raised eyelid. 

Hmmmff, I think, it is still way too early to see in this darkness, let alone shoot.  What does he want me to do, light a flare? Patience, I remind myslf under my breath as I tune back into the forest sounds around me. I have a path. I seek not to change it but to follow it. I seek only to become a cup; empty of myself, filled with the forest.

Although it seems like hours to the young ones, a short half hour passes as I meditate and the eastern sky turns a purple red with pre-dawn light.

“Master!” hisses Grasshopper, “Wake up!  You’re snoring again!”

“Yes, Master Bow”, pipes in his mutinous sidekick, “you’re going to scare the deer away!”

“That, Grasshopper”, I explain patiently, “was called a doe snort-bleat. I was calling to the deer over in the marsh behind you, telling them ‘all is well’ with the world; that it is safe to come this way—no matter what their eyes and ears and <sniifff> noses tell them.”  I should not have sniffed.

“Riiight”, replies Grasshopper, the Unbeliever.

“Suuure”, says Cricket, the Cynic, beside him.

“You two will never learn if you remain so skeptical. Now direct your attention behind me and behold the five deer to the East”, I say pointing inconspicuously over my shoulder.

“Five deer?” questions Grasshopper, “Hey! There are five deer!  How did you know there were five deer out there, Master?  You have been asleep!”

“Yeah”, agrees Cricket, “you didn’t even look up. You couldn’t have known!”

“Like I do not know the five deer are two does and three fawns?” I say, eyes once more closed, smiling.

“Hey!  There are two does and three fawns!”  Grasshopper says using the binoculars. 

“So how did you know there were five deer out there?”

“The question, Grasshopper”, says the Bowmaster “is how come you did not know?”

“OK”, Cricket say, “how come we didn’t know?”

“Because, young Cricket, you did not recognize the sound of the Ancient One’s electronic corn feeder activating ten minutes ago.  Nor have you witnessed daily, as I have, the deer’s mindless stampede to the feeder arriving ten minutes every morning and evening after it spews corn all over the ground.”

“Wow!  Cool!  So that’s what that noise was!” replies Grasshopper excitedly, “I thought it was a deer!”

“I thought it was a bird!  A whole flock of ‘em!” adds Cricket.  “Master, you are truly wise and observant.”

“Even when you’re sleeping”, acknowledges Grasshopper, “you are amazing!”

“When will we learn such wisdom, Master?” asked Cricket.

“You think wisdom is a flower for you to pluck,” I replied. “It is a mountain, and it must be climbed.”

I can tell they are truly mesmerized with my wise words by the way Cricket’s eyes glaze over and Grasshopper bemusedly scratches his armpit.

“True observation comes when one is in tune with nature. Are you ready for Lesson #2?” I ask.

“Yes, O’ Wise One”, they chime in unison, palms together, bowing low.

“Very well, Lesson #2 shall commence forthwith.  There are two more does 60 yards away from you; to the West.

They turn and look in opposite directions, to the North and South.

“No”, I explain, “The other West.”

They switch positions, looking South and North.

“Over there”, I point discretely to the other West.

“The two deer are looking at you right now. They are wondering what is in this big square hollow tree and if it eats deer. They are morbidly curious why something near them smells so foul but, unlike myself, they are unsure if it is emanating from this tower. I know that they are only yearlings because the scent in this tower would send a mature deer fleeing for cover. These deer are young, much like yourselves, and less than optimally intelligent, so they will wait until their senses give them a second reason to flee. They are not sure the stench they smell is you.  But if you make any unnatural sound or movement, anything that identifies you as something unnatural or dangerous, they will snort and flee. You must remain perfectly still and perfectly silent or they will come no closer. Do you under stand?”

Grasshopper spins on one heel, searching intently.

“Look!  A deer!” he says, pointing in glee.

“I see them too!  Cool!” Cricket shouts, “Look at the pretty white tails!”

“Master Bow, why did they leave so suddenly”, Grasshopper asked a few minutes later.

“You were not one with the forest.”

“What must we do to become one with the forest?” asks Cricket.

“First?  Bathe”, I reply, “You offend the forest.”

“Yes, Master Bow.”

“Second;  Close your eyes. What do you hear?”

“I hear the wind.”

“I hear the birds.”

“Listen for the color of the sky”, I say. “Look for the sound of the nuthatch’s wing. Search the air for the perfume of ice on a hot day. If you have found these things, you will know.”

They snicker. Unbelievers, both.

“Do you hear your own heartbeat?”

“No.”

“Uh-uh.”

“You will when you see your first 8-pointer at 20 yards. IF you can hold still long enough to let one get that close.”

“You were kidding about listening for the color of the sky and the smell of ice on a hot day, weren’t you?”

“Of course!  This is not mysticism!  It is called paying attention!”

“Oh”, they reply, reprimanded. “So you do not know these things by magic?”

“It is not magic. It is a price that has been paid.”

“Master?” Grasshopper asked meekly.

“Yes, Grasshopper?”  I said kindly, wondering what weighty question his expanding consciousness is wrestling with now.

“Can we go eat breakfast again?”

“Yeah. And what did you mean by ‘less than optimally intelligent’?”

The End

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 By Kent S. Eddy ©

    Saturday dawned bright and early, but not before I, Jedi Master Bow (aka Kent “Dead-Eye” Eddy–I’ve got one bad eye) had climbed stealthily into my jedi bow blind, towing 36 feet above the forest floor.  (OK, it actually only towers 16 feet, but it feels like 36 feet when the wind is blowing).  The tower is 6’x6’ square and sleeps three.

Following me closely were my two newest bowhunter-in-training padiwans Aaron “Deer-Like-Frenchfries” Meadors and Steve “I See One!” Wolfgang.  We made our climb and sat in the cool darkness awaiting our fate. 

When darkness yet covered the forest like a blanket, the trio had melded into the scents and sounds of the forest awaking from slumber.  Well, one of us had.  I have not taught the young padiwans how to meld with the scents and sounds of the forest yet. That is Lesson #3. Today I will teach Lesson #1 “Why One Must Sit Still and Quietly” and Lesson #2 “What Happens When One Does Not”.

   Steve danced from window to window as stealthily as a fifteen-year-old can who has consumed half a box of Sugar Frosted Cocoa Bombs and a Cola for breakfast. Whispers of “I hear a deer” and “I think I saw a deer!” follow him around the dark tower as mice rustle leaves in the darkness far below.  Steve is unable to contain his excitement at joining Jedi Master Bow in his jedi tower.  I did not fear to smile, knowing my satisfied grin would not be seen by my two young quests.

   Aaron spent his time before daylight either squirming on this not-too-squeaky chair or jerking his head up from a snooze at every crinkle of a leaf made by some clumsy critter in the pre-dawn darkness.

   I resignedly accepted my fate as I patiently and stoically waited for first-light and—hope beyond hope—waited for the unsuspecting four-footed venison target to step one step too close.  I knew this would not happen today.  There was far too much noise from the tower blind, far too much motion from the blind, and far, far too much fragrance from its young occupants.

   As I settled into my Waiting Chair, I pondered many unanswerables.  Like, why do teenagers choose not to bathe frequently? Do they not know that a bar of sap and a shower removes offensive odors?  Maybe they do not realize water will not hurt them?  That, in fact, their skin is waterproof?  I also pondered why they do not wash their jackets. Is “B.O. au Frenchfries” a lure-scent for teenage girls?  These and similar questions occupied my mind as the young apprentices fidgeted and snickered about how the “Old One sleeps when we are surrounded by deer”. 

I do not sleep.  I remain motionless… in tune with the Source. I meditate. It is dark. The sound and scents carried on the shifting breeze…they tell me what I need to know when the eyes are blind. 

My young padiwans have much to learn.  I am old. Maybe I am too old to teach them. I do not sleep. But I do drift into “story mode” once or twice, jotting notes in my mental journal to recall later.

I shall call the short one Grasshopper”, thinks I, the one the young ones know as Master Bow.  “He bounces too much and does not stay seated. In his mind, every night noise is a deer sneaking past. Excited, this one is . Impatient.  Perhaps he is too old to learn the way of the jedi bowmaster. He must learn to scan the woods like the deer: turn…pause….look…listen.”

“The tall one I shall call Cricket because he make noise every time he breaths.  He must learn to sit still, like the owl. Quiet. Patient.”

The Old One sighs as he shake his head, resigned to his fate:  To see game this morning only to have it scared away by his young, fidgety cadets.

 “Master Bow!  I see one! …I think”, hisses Grasshopper for the forth time in half an hour. 

I peek briefly from under one lazily raised eyelid. 

Hmmmff, I think, it is still way too early to see in this darkness, let alone shoot.  What does he want me to do, light a flare? Patience, I remind myslf under my breath as I tune back into the forest sounds around me. I have a path. I seek not to change it but to follow it. I seek only to become a cup; empty of myself, filled with the forest.

Although it seems like hours to the young ones, a short half hour passes as I meditate and the eastern sky turns a purple red with pre-dawn light.

“Master!” hisses Grasshopper, “Wake up!  You’re snoring again!”

“Yes, Master Bow”, pipes in his mutinous sidekick, “you’re going to scare the deer away!”

“That, Grasshopper”, I explain patiently, “was called a doe snort-bleat. I was calling to the deer over in the marsh behind you, telling them ‘all is well’ with the world; that it is safe to come this way—no matter what their eyes and ears and <sniifff> noses tell them.”  I should not have sniffed.

“Riiight”, replies Grasshopper, the Unbeliever.

“Suuure”, says Cricket, the Cynic, beside him.

“You two will never learn if you remain so skeptical. Now direct your attention behind me and behold the five deer to the East”, I say pointing inconspicuously over my shoulder.

“Five deer?” questions Grasshopper, “Hey! There are five deer!  How did you know there were five deer out there, Master?  You have been asleep!”

“Yeah”, agrees Cricket, “you didn’t even look up. You couldn’t have known!”

“Like I do not know the five deer are two does and three fawns?” I say, eyes once more closed, smiling.

“Hey!  There are two does and three fawns!”  Grasshopper says using the binoculars. 

“So how did you know there were five deer out there?”

“The question, Grasshopper”, says the Bowmaster “is how come you did not know?”

“OK”, Cricket say, “how come we didn’t know?”

“Because, young Cricket, you did not recognize the sound of the Ancient One’s electronic corn feeder activating ten minutes ago.  Nor have you witnessed daily, as I have, the deer’s mindless stampede to the feeder arriving ten minutes every morning and evening after it spews corn all over the ground.”

“Wow!  Cool!  So that’s what that noise was!” replies Grasshopper excitedly, “I thought it was a deer!”

“I thought it was a bird!  A whole flock of ‘em!” adds Cricket.  “Master, you are truly wise and observant.”

“Even when you’re sleeping”, acknowledges Grasshopper, “you are amazing!”

“When will we learn such wisdom, Master?” asked Cricket.

“You think wisdom is a flower for you to pluck,” I replied. “It is a mountain, and it must be climbed.”

 I can tell they are truly mesmerized with my wise words by the way Cricket’s eyes glaze over and Grasshopper bemusedly scratches his armpit.

“True observation comes when one is in tune with nature. Are you ready for Lesson #2?” I ask.

“Yes, O’ Wise One”, they chime in unison, palms together, bowing low.

“Very well, Lesson #2 shall commence forthwith.  There are two more does 60 yards away from you; to the West.

They turn and look in opposite directions, to the North and South.

“No”, I explain, “The other West.”

They switch positions, looking South and North.

“Over there”, I point discretely to the other West.

“The two deer are looking at you right now. They are wondering what is in this big square hollow tree and if it eats deer. They are morbidly curious why something near them smells so foul but, unlike myself, they are unsure if it is emanating from this tower. I know that they are only yearlings because the scent in this tower would send a mature deer fleeing for cover. These deer are young, much like yourselves, and less than optimally intelligent, so they will wait until their senses give them a second reason to flee. They are not sure the stench they smell is you.  But if you make any unnatural sound or movement, anything that identifies you as something unnatural or dangerous, they will snort and flee. You must remain perfectly still and perfectly silent or they will come no closer. Do you under stand?”

Grasshopper spins on one heel, searching intently.

“Look!  A deer!” he says, pointing in glee.

“I see them too!  Cool!” Cricket shouts, “Look at the pretty white tails!”

“Master Bow, why did they leave so suddenly”, Grasshopper asked a few minutes later.

“You were not one with the forest.”

“What must we do to become one with the forest?” asks Cricket.

“First?  Bathe”, I reply, “You offend the forest.”

“Yes, Master Bow.”

“Second;  Close your eyes. What do you hear?”

“I hear the wind.”

“I hear the birds.”

“Listen for the color of the sky”, I say. “Look for the sound of the nuthatch’s wing. Search the air for the perfume of ice on a hot day. If you have found these things, you will know.”

They snicker. Unbelievers, both.

“Do you hear your own heartbeat?”

“No.”

“Uh-uh.”

“You will when you see your first 8-pointer at 20 yards. IF you can hold still long enough to let one get that close.”

“You were kidding about listening for the color of the sky and the smell of ice on a hot day, weren’t you?”

“Of course!  This is not mysticism!  It is called paying attention!”

“Oh”, they reply, reprimanded. “So you do not know these things by magic?”

“It is not magic. It is a price that has been paid.”

“Master?” Grasshopper asked meekly.

“Yes, Grasshopper?”  I said kindly, wondering what weighty question his expanding consciousness is wrestling with now.

“Can we go eat breakfast again?”

“Yeah. And what did you mean by ‘less than optimally intelligent’?”

The End

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