Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Sunday, 9 December 2018

Hunting Trophies

A hundred years ago when the world still worked, and insanity was confined to the institutions - my brother in law and I were hunting down an old abandoned logging road by Nordegg in the foothills. He dragged out a rusted old Homelite chain saw somebody had forgotten behind during a foray for firewood years before. We cleaned it up and it even ran a little bit afterward.

If that were me in the pic, I head back to camp with the prop and let the ram have another season.

1 comment:

  1. The pilot gets very hot when the fan in front of him stops spinning. Even worse when it departs all together. The CG change is quite dramatic. The rest of the plane can't be far away.