I guess Irish's arse is dragging 5 feet behind him.
That's a worthwhile read and no bones about it. Times are trying. First Gillette came out and told us how they felt about their male customers. Then the mass media tried to kill those Covington high school boys for some cheap virtue signalling points. I just want to turn it all off - I saw all kinds of this crap personally in my family once already and now it's gone mainstream. Maybe it just affects because I have been through these social justice meatgrinders.
The wife and I sat down for Netflix on Friday night and we ended up watching some yarn that started out good - but degenerated into an S&M flick with incredibly graphic detail. I am no prude - but good grief... it turned me right off - so I turned it off! I've never seen more pointless, savage violence on the tube than what I saw on Friday night. You'd have to be sick to watch something like that and enjoy it.
Well now ya know, boys. The hags and crones of fable and tale
are the heroes, dontchya know. As for chivalrous, honest men like you -
HAR HAR HAR!
Betcha that gal's parents are proud too...!
The wife had a theory that the depravity and degeneracy coming out of Hollyweird is much like an addictive drug, and that the addict needs ever more blood, degeneracy, and disaster to satisfy their ever growing need for it. That's why the sex scenes are more graphic and perverted than ever before, that's why blood runs like rivers in the fight scenes, that's why the next film out of the can will be even worse. I am tired of it too - and I needed a break. My Maker took pity on me and gave us an unseasonably balmy weekend, so I headed out for a night in the trees with a campfire and a hankerin' to blow some dust off my soul.
We caught a chinook this weekend, so I loaded up the
Dawgmobile and headed out.
Jeez, have these things ever improved.
I had one of the early models that were bulky, a complete
$%^&* to inflate, and much heavier.
If you are in the market for a new sleeping pad the newer
Thermarests are pretty good.
I also had my ever present blue foamy too... but probly didn't need it.
I had three supercans of beer and 4 hotdogs.
I lost one dog in the fire and half a supercan of beer but
that was alright because I packed more than I expected to use.
I sat down in front of the fire with my hot dogs and beers and just disconnected with the world. It was absolutely balmy and clear as a bell. When the flames burned down I hit the hay. During the night the winds blew up and the rain started - in January! But I was snug as a bug in the back of the truck and just let the wind howl. It was shocking, sort of - things make sense outdoors. I thought of all the idiots and lunacy coming from the big cities and fell sound asleep feeling kinda sorry for them.
The next morning gale winds were bending the trees over and driving the rain, sleet and snow sideways. I was gonna make coffee on the tailgate but pussed out and went up to the club house instead.
Welcome to Valhalla, boys. No heat, no water - but the lights work!
If yer ambitious you can fire up the wood stove.
I wasn't particularly ambitious.
Our club house was built by stubfarts, for stubfarts. Half of the trophies on display here were donated by men that are now running around in walkers and wearing Velcro shoes - or they've passed on altogether. I was a kid when they were strong, their eyes were bright, and their aim was true. And I got to sit here and make camp coffee amidst the relics they left behind.
200 meteres! Off hand!!! Shot in 2010 at the family fun shoot.
Wish I could shoot like that!
This arctic fox was shot on the DEW Line in 1964 - the year
I was born.
The winds howled outside, the club and range was deserted except for me - and here I was, in this place of cheer and merriment - built by better men that lived in better times. There's elk and deer mounts here too, some monster fish mounts... and I had the place to myself and communed with ghosts.
Didn't even have to bother with breakfast.
Coffee was good enough.
I'm going to take the rest of the week off on this blog as far as the political crap goes. I had a great weekend, most of my old gear still works and is in great condition - but some shortfalls were found and some replacements may be needed. If ya have time stop in later and maybe we can chew the fat and talk about stuff that actually matters.
Hope y'all had a great weekend and thanks again for stopping by.