Many Beers Tonight

I made it out to my tower today. The weather was good for hunting. It even rained. A couple years ago, the biggest deer I’d ever seen came out immediately after it stopped raining. So, I’ve been holding to the belief that it’s best to hunt when it rains.

But I didn’t have the pulley for cocking my crossbow. I thought it was in my jacket pocket, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t in my backpack either. It’s in the pocket of my camo pants, but I didn’t wear those pants today.

Yeah, I could’ve cocked it with my hands. But that spells hernia real fast and I done had me enough of those in this lifetime. The crossbow has a draw weight of about 200 pounds. It easier and safer to use the pulley.

I’m going to start leaving the pulley in the tower. It seems like every deer season there’s at least a couple times when I forget to bring the pulley for my crossbow.

The Dodgers and the Brewers are now tied in the NLCS. Whichever team wins the next game will the be the league champions and face the Red Sox in the World Series. I’m rooting for the Dodgers.

 

 

All Things Considered

I’ve been writing one short story after another.  Now I’m preparing to start a new novel. The novel will be titled “All Things Considered” and it will be speculative fiction. I’m figuring it’ll be around 70,000 words when it’s done.

I’ve decided to use that old cartoon meter from Writertopia.com, to track my progress. I haven’t started yet, so right now it says 0 words (0%), and it shows the aim is 70,000 words.

Today

My sister took the picture before I headed out today. I got in a few hours of hunting. It was pretty windy, and a bit cold. But it’s better when it’s cold. If you shoot a deer on a warm day, it might rot before you can get it butchered.

I really wanted to use my regular compound bow this year. I didn’t use it much in the past because the ceiling in my shack was low and the top of the bow would hit the ceiling. The ceiling of my tower’s blind is plenty high enough for a regular bow, and I might have used it. But I did something to my left elbow a couple months ago. It hurts when I draw back the string on the regular bow and I can’t hold it for long.

So, it’s the crossbow again.

I’m starting to think I’m going to need surgery to fix whatever’s wrong with my elbow. Think I tore something.

The Pistons beat the Cavs. They played on the Michigan State court today, not sure why. I have Game 1 of the Dodger-Brewer NLCS on. Top of the 6th, LAD 1- MIL 5.

I’d kill for some tacos right now.

NBA Preseason

The Pistons didn’t win, but it was a good game.

You know, I can’t seem to watch a basketball game without thinking about something a lot of people say, “Basketball is a terrible sport because it’s too easy to score.”

I think these people are missing the point. The game isn’t how hard it is to score, the game is who can score the most. I happen to think basketball is a wonderful sport. It’s a sport that keeps you moving. Players don’t get much time to rest.

You get a lot of exercise playing basketball and you likely have very good reflexes. It’s a game that I was never good at, but it looks like a lot of fun for those who play it.

Goodbye Old Friend

This is Daisy. My mom and dad’s dog. Today she was having bad seizures and the vet euthanized her. I took this picture a few weeks ago. She could hardly hear or see these past few weeks, it was a wonder she continued to greet me when I came in the door.

Daisy had been part of the family for, I think, fifteen years. When she was a pup, she was found at Fick’s, the store up the road from my mom and dad’s house. The store was keeping her in a pen until someone adopted her.

My mom decided she wanted Daisy. She went to the store, but a lady had gotten there before her and they were trying to get Daisy in her car. So, my mom left without saying anything.

Later, my mom went back to the store and Daisy was still there. Turns out they were unable to get Daisy to stay in the lady’s car and the lady had given up. When they put Daisy in my mom’s car, Daisy jumped into the passenger seat and sat there.

It’s going to be strange when I’m not greeted by Daisy next time I’m at Mom and Dad’s house.

It needed to be said, so I said it

If you don’t like beer, that’s cool. I have no problem with that. The way I see it, the less beer you drink, the more beer there is for me. But occassionally I encounter someone who doesn’t like beer and criticizes people who do. That’s not cool. I don’t care how many alcoholics you know, when I’m trying to enjoy my beer, the last thing I want is a moral guilt trip about how beer is bad.