Home Again

 

Welp… home again, eh? 

We checked in with our land owner and between what he owns and what he leases, we have access to hunt on 4200 acres. I think we should be able to do it in this quarter here where we camped. The day was spent doing some scouting and archery while trying not to trip over the bloody dogs. We had four altogether: The Niglet, Flapz’ two pocket dawgs, and one big bejeezus galoot that weighed in at 185 lbs.

Jinx is an old Dane/bull mastiff cross. I loved him - he had a great big

empty coconut for a head, slobbered and drooled when he was happy (which

was most of the time) and he was super friendly.

He reminded me of my beloved Mort who passed away a couple years back.

Nobody was on a leash, the li’l dawgs tried to pick fights with the big ones but were largely ignored, and the wives chattered and clucked. At night I banked the coals and watched the fire and the stars. Satellites are everywhere now. Caught a few shooting stars. You don’t get stargazing like that in the city.

Two broke down old relics from other times

Funny, the things ya find in the corners of the backfields tucked away from

the roads…

The chores and the pup beckon. Hope you all are ready for deer season - and thanks for stopping by and keeping the stubfarts and retards from burning the blog down while I was away. 

Cheers!

Filthie