The Niglet and I are camped down a lonely country road, in a copse of small trees. It’s warm now but it’s going to get chilly tonight… I might turn on the furnace. The days are getting shorter. There’s nobody around for a mile or two. We saw a lone coyote on the way out but the deer aren’t really moving yet. There is only the wind and sky moving for now. There’s nobody around. The pup is snuggled up and snoring and I don’t think I’m gonna make it. Soon we’ll both be snoring and farting our way through a lazy afternoon siesta. Afterward we’ll go for a walk in the fields. There will be no leashes or collars or pooh bags. This weekend we are in God’s country.
I’ve got my trusty 20 bore side by each…so I’ll be ready to make a meal out of any unwary grouse. I’ll probably end up shooting Flapz by accident…
Have yaselves a great weekend. For me… a snooze beckons.
Cheers!
Filthie…
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