Thursday, 25 June 2020
Maybe In Another Life
I am in the chit house with my lord and master, King Peter. He’s a formidable hunter and outdoorsman... but he’s a bit of a putz too. He wanted me to go fly fishing in the back country with him and I flat out refused. He has a knack for getting into that country and then having troubles getting out. A couple of his trips turned into debacles and once or twice they almost scrambled the S&R choppers to go look for him. He’s gotten lost, he buggered up his jet boat 12 miles down river, they drove a motor home into a ditch (they were sober which only made it worse)... and I got cold feet. I am prepped when I go out, and I just don’t like the way he plans for such things.
I want to go out, have a good time... and come back on time too. I’m to old for ordeals.