Sometimes it snows. Sometimes we cant see the trees through the forest...

Vision obscurity themes this rant through the ever fertile grounds of the blogmosphere. I have coined myself a blogtometrist a time or two for good reason. Blogging is an art and you have to use stupid words like blogmosphere and blogtometrist to sound cool in this environment but one thing stands true. Good writing. You have to write well and with a good sense of the nature of your post. There are your Tech Tales for the week....

Haha, snuck that one in ya. This blog goes out to all the lovely ladies (& Scottie O & Grindstaff who appear to be following this nonsensical trip through the ethosphere) who keep my spirits up and make this thing worth writing. Love you all, or as we do down south, love y'all. I know I'm not unlocking any of the great secrets of life in this foray through never-neverland but I hope to make someone aware of something they may not have considered being aware of before coming across this. I'm NOT preaching mind you. This is simply an opinion with room for argument and lot's of room to roam. WOW, room and roam made me think of buffalo. Deer and antelope come to mind, too. Buffalo are bad ass. They're big strong cattle that dont know what the hell a fence is. I love Buffalo. They're kinda like smart cattle but like stupid elk at the same time. I'll let you work that one out. It is true tho.....So once again this ship has navigated out of its shipping lane and I have lost all track of thought. Something about roaming and room... Not sure what that means right? You all are smart, you'll figure it out.
A cold snap came over the C.O. in the last few days and things have gotten "as cold as a nickel in a witches purse." Not sure what that means either but I thought it sounded better than "colder than a witches nipple in a cast iron bra." Anyway, it's cold outside. The roads are skating rinks, just the skaters are 3500 pound vehicles with rubber skates on. They're kinda scary. Especially the ones with CALIFORNICA license plates. Yea, I said Californica. I'm not ashamed, I was born here in Oregon, Bend to be precise, and I've seen more Californication than Los Angeles over the last 30 years. OK, back on track....The roads are greasy, and the temp is cold, the days are short and fall term is getting old. Turkey day is on the way and the cows are in the barn, so fix yourself a stiff one and burn the logs to warm. I know barn and warm dont rhyme but it was the best I could do on such short notice. Y'all have a happy, healthy, and safe turkey day. Much love to all who read this, all 6 of ya!!!
On the day cowgirls and sagebrush met the earth, there were some bargains to be made. Sagebrush had an issue with the cowgirls and the cowgirls had an issue with the Sage. Something had to give. Lots were swapped across the land, Sage had Cowgirl not driving her herd over the brush and Cowgirl had the Sage hold its word to not knock her off her horse, Sage carried on about being too far from its neighbor sage and cowgirl kept on about how many sage were getting in her way, and the battle raged into the dark hours of morning. The results of that battle are yet to come.....stay tuned.


Carmen oooooot..............

Oh yea, it snowed and I can't see the trees through the forest...or the cat................

No this wasn't me but I think seeing that in person would have added a couple of new grey hairs and a little extra weight to my skivvies......

Too many good pics.... Thank you Mike Grindstaff for packin a camera (and using it!!!)

 Pre-game smack talk or breakfast was ready...cant remember which

 With the eyes of an Eagle I will find chukar or even with the eyes I have, I'll try and find chukar

my bud BT.....can you say Aye-Reeeeeeeee

OK, this is the real Manzanita.......and she didn't bring her guitar

her name was Manzanita and I'm glad she brought her guitar

...had to add some captions....

L to R Gilli, BT, Lakemon, and one of the young guns, call him NextGen. This is what it looks like when we all get back to the rigs and haven't gotten a shot off all day and decide to line up to shoot the sh*t outta of the sky! OK, we weren't aiming at the sky, per sa, but we resorted to throwing a bottle in the air. We thought shooting at it might actually simulate a bird-hunt. Let's just say the bottle would have lived a long healthy life......

a picture says a thousand words.....two pictures tell a story. 

 Why did this guy have to show up....? I swear, all the chics left after this guy arrived.....I probably shouldn't have stuck around either...

Ol Eagle Eye and the Queen

Look at all that blue sky. I think we must have shot more holes in the sky than I thought we did. Musta been the youngin's. Us more mature fellas' couldn't seem to hit anything.....til it hit the ground.

Much love Chris Lakemon for putting this shin-dig together. I raise my glass to you! Thanks Mike for all the great pics I poached to make this lil essay have a point. BT, thanks for all the everything. I'm glad we made it happen for you this year! Everyone else at camp, it was an awesome time. The biggest impression left on me was definitely the fact someone is coming up behind us and it is up to us  to show them the right way to go about things. B. Lib. you get mad props for your work with NextGen and teaching well. The youth are us in 30+/- years....

Carmen oooooot.....

Dude with the cross photo was not one of Grindstaff's. God forbid we put that on him.......and God forbid we credit ANYONE with that pic

Empty Game Bag and an Empty Freezer

Let's get Tech Tales out of the way now. I went to computer class and learned about Google Documents (Docs). It's a cool place holder for files on the web and in the 'cloud' (what ever the heck that is.) Check it out if you need mobile storage accessible online anywhere. There's your Tech Tales.
Now on to bigger business.

Not only has the year 2010 failed to provide me with a working wage job, it has also kept my freezer as bare as Old Mother Hubbard's cupboard. I'm not complaining, I'm just getting hungry....lol. This years hunting success (or lack there of) can be attributed to various reasons, one of them, being enrolled in school full time. The others are probably like, too many road sodas to find the hunting grounds, deer not coming onto winter range early enough, my f'd up boots, and the giant Bigfoot who keeps eating all my prey. It's been a tough year, to say the least. The cool thing is I have seen my prey, so I know it is still around, other than the deer Sasquatch keeps eating. I guess I'm just jealous he's eating and I'm not. Don't get me wrong, I'm eating fine. Pan-handling @ 3rd and Greenwood pays a good 42K a year ($17-$34 an hour,) so by no means am I in the poor house. I just hate my job and would rather hunt all day.
So anyway, I had the pleasure to go on a trip to EO (redkneck [that's how I spell it] for Eastern Oregon) to chase some of the west's most wily prey. The notorious Red-legged Partridge a.k.a. Chukar. I've always liked hunting chukar. It is a challenge and those lil birdies put all of your skills to the test. I figure at the ripe ol age of 24, I need the exercise, too. I mean who doesn't want to wake up at the crack of dawn, throw on some cold damp clothing you forgot to pull into the tent last night or at least leave by the fire pit, and go climb a 700' slope with an incline of 18%?? I know how it sounds and it truly sounds worse than it is. We were camped by a hot spring, so it softened the blow quite a bit. Once again I have driven this train off the track and should get back to the point here and now. So minus all the diversity (if you wanna call it that) I had one of the best times hanging out with old friends and meeting some new friends. Hunting camp always bonds a situation and renders things down to a common denominator. So there is no pretension, no bullshit, and everyone is focused on a common goal and there to enjoy the time spent in that environment. So, I think you can see why I would just like to hunt all day, everyday. There are some pics above if you want to see the beautiful country I got to explore this last weekend. Pics, compliments of Mike Grindstaff, one of the only photog's I know that can capture that land in all of its glory.
BTW, Sagebrush and Cowgirls were created on the same day. When the big Man (or Woman for you Goddess folk), threw down the mountains, he/she thought that they needed some decorations. Nothing fancy, just rough, raw, and rugged, much like the mountains themselves. This decor came in the way of sagebrush and cowgirls. *To Be Continued*

Carmen, ooooot