Skunked

Well, I'm back in the land of the grocery store shoppers after a weekend of livin in the wild.

Had a real good time, and nope no drinkin and shootin. Unless ya count the mornin after when we hunted the very elusive Bud light cans emptied Friday night. Makes me feel good to recycle beer cans into targets.

I thing some of the greatest times I've ever had have been at the lease. A place where men can gather, relax and just be ourselves. Plenty of practical jokes occurred, stories swapped, and insights into life shared. It's nice for this good ol' boy to be surrounded by his own kind.

On a hunting note, the animals won this weekend. Z.H. just can't shoot, I was lookin the wrong direction, and Tater was laughin too hard to fire a gun. I was alerted to the commotion by six rapid shots at what appeared to be dirt and weeds. They swear there was a Grey fox there, but the jury is still out.

Least I brought home souvenirs from my trip, several cactus spines in various parts of my body. Gotta be careful where ya sit.