A Fifteen Minute Hack (One Mans Garbage)

Just got in from a weekend in the boonies. Not much going on except Amos and Hannah were down for a day so I got to visit with them for awhile which is always a pleasure. Ziggy got to see his hero so he was happy as well.

I had been given a couple of those blue five gallon water bottles you see on coolers in every waiting room in the world. I was all happy because I carry all my cooking and wash water out from town. The first trip out one of the bottles was fine but the other had cracked on the bottom. Water, being  what it is had made a break for it and I spent some time staring at an empty water bottle.

Figuring that it would eventually be useful I let the bottle hang around outside the shack for a few weeks. I finally decided that it wasn’t ever going to find a job on its own. So I broke out the tin snips and went to work.

After cutting the cracked bottom out I packed it with several layers of filter material then several inches of pea gravel. Then it was installed as a funnel on my rain barrel which has been patiently waiting on a gutter for over a year. As scared of heights as I am it may just wait several more years before I get drunk enough to put a gutter in.

So Sunday morning I bid farewell to Amos and Hannah then set about loading up so I could head out for the wilderness of civilization. After a few hours I was loaded, had the boy installed as co pilot and jumped in the truck. It wouldn’t start. Batteries (yes, it has two) were dead. “Not to worry!” says I, “I’ll start the generator, charge the truck, then VROOM, VROOM be on my way.”

The generator wouldn’t start. “Oh shux!” Or something to that effect. Oh, did I mention that I had forgot my cell phone charger and my phone was dead?

Thankfully, it was a bright sunny day so I was able to charge the truck from my solar cells. A couple of hours later I was on my way to town.

Getting to town I had just settled in then started to fire up the old lap top. Noticing that something looked odd I realized that I had left the charger in the swamp.

Oh well, it’ll all come out in the wash.


10 Common Prepping Mistakes | Urban Survival Site


With the abundance of bad info out there, it’s easy for new preppers to make a lot of mistakes. I’ve made many mistakes myself and I’m sure I’ll make more, but that’s part of the learning process. To help you speed up this process, here are some common prepping mistakes you’ll want to avoid:

1. Not having a survival library. Books are less common these days because we do so much reading on the Internet and Kindles. But if the power goes out, having a good collection of survival books could save your life. They’ll give you something to read when you’re bored, and will have important instructions on things like purifying water, building fires, and medical care. While you want to learn as much of this info as you can ahead of time, no one can know everything, and there are bound to be times when a survival library will come in handy. 

2. Focusing on supplies instead of skills. Of course, just because you have all the best books on survival doesn’t mean you shouldn’t bother to learn survival skills. It’s possible your books will be destroyed or you won’t be able to get to them. The same rule applies to your survival food and gear. What if you’re at work when your home is destroyed by an explosion, earthquake or some other disastrous event? Would you still have the skills to survive, or are you completely dependent on your food and gear?

3. Not having enough water preps. I cannot overemphasize the importance of water. There are many survivalists who have six months of food and only two weeks of water on hand. Considering that you can survive without food about ten times as long as you can survive without water, you’d be better off with two weeks of food and six months of water. Don’t do that either, but at least make sure your water will last as long as your food. If you don’t have enough room for that much, there are many ways to collect and purify water.

4. Not having enough variety in food supplies. Too many new preppers buy nothing but rice, beans, flour, salt and sugar. If that’s all you have to eat after a disaster, you’re going to be miserable. Your body will have trouble adjusting to the new bare-bones diet and you’ll suffer from food fatigue, where your survival food won’t be appetizing even when you’re very hungry. Make sure you buy the ingredients for a variety of possible meals so you’ll feel satisfied every time you eat. This leads to my next point…

5. Not eating what you store. This was the first mistake I made when I started stocking up on food. I bought all kinds of food, sealed it up, put it in the closet, and forgot about it. Inevitably, some of my food went bad and I had to throw it out. It’s important you store what you eat and eat what you store and rotate your food. If you’re not sure how to cook meals from the basic ingredients, I’d recommend getting some cookbooks and a guide like Emergency Food Storage & Survival Handbook which has a lot of great recipes.

6. Not having enough vitamins. Personally, I think everyone should be taking multivitamins since most modern diets don’t provide the nutrition we need, but this will be even more important in a survival situation. The stress of having your life turned upside down, constant threats to you and your family, and manual labor will take a lot of energy and tax your immune system. Vitamins will help keep you strong and healthy, especially Vitamin C.

7. Relying only on food storage. While the last few points have been about food, don’t forget all your other survival needs. When a lot of people think of prepping, the first things they think about are food and water and they proceed to stock up on them while neglecting health and beauty supplies, first aid kits, bug out bags, cooking implements, clothes, weapons and other important items. While food should be your first priority, don’t forget your other priorities.

8. Relying only on an arsenal. At the other end the spectrum, there are some preppers who focus all their attention on guns and ammo. The reasoning is that not only will they be able to protect themselves, they’ll be able to hunt their food and trade ammo for other supplies. This is unrealistic, especially if you’re in or near a city. The little bit of wildlife in your area will be picked clean by others, and most people won’t be interested in your ammo as they, like you, will be looking to trade for food and other vital supplies. Sure, have some weapons for self defense, but don’t go overboard.

9. Not taking care of pets. As much as we all love our pets, for some reason it’s easy to forget that they need preps, too. Animals require more than just food and water. Check the article, Pet Survival Kit.

10. Planning on bugging out. Although having a bug out bag and a vehicle survival kit is important, unless you have advance warning of a disaster it will be very difficult to get from your home to your bug out location. The streets will be congested, roads and entire area could be inaccessible, and gas could become unavailable.

Source: 10 Common Prepping Mistakes | Urban Survival Site

Can you live in a tiny house in winter? | Living Off the Grid: Free Yourself

The tiny house movement us huge (no pun intended), and is even becoming more mainstream. The fact that most of them are built on trailer chassis make them legal in many places where a non-mobile home would be illegal. Living year round in a tiny home means it’s going to be winter for you at some time unless you live in a southern latitude that doesn’t experience much or any cold weather. For the rest of us, it means you are going to have to deal with chilly air, snow, ice, cold wind and the such.Fortunately it would seem that these tiny homes are built well for cold weather, being small they are usually easy to heat, in fact you often have to worry more about overheating your small space when keeping your digs toasty. If you have enough insulation, it doesn’t take much to heat your tiny space. Other than overheating, another problem is moisture, condensation. Propane heat usually generates moisture, we humans also generate moisture, living generates moisture, these tiny homes being well insulated as well as being tight, you have to be conscious of the amount of moisture in the air so that you aren’t creating problems.Ariel C. McGlothin lives in a tiny home in Wyoming, a place known for beautiful vistas as well as cold temps in winter. She deals with snowfall, which she says her tiny home handles very well, with the steep pitch of her metal roof, it sheds the snow very readily and easily, she does have to shovel snow, to make paths to the various areas she needs to get to, as well as keeping various areas around her tiny home cleared for safety and access.

Source: Can you live in a tiny house in winter? | Living Off the Grid: Free Yourself

A Conex Is Born

Wow. Been nearly two months. Not to worry, not much has happened. Not worth getting excited about anyway.

One big news item though, I now have a conex in place. It’s only been a year and a half coming but it’s finally done.

Last week I met up with Amos early in the morning in town and we headed to Micky D’s for breakfast. (yuck) He had ordered two twenty foot conex out of Jacksonville and through some unbelievably creative financing on his and his brothers part I was to take possession of one of them. They were supposed to be at the interstate about 10 in the morning so we were in high spirits in spite of this months recycled coffee grounds at McD’s.

After a Pepto Bismol chaser we headed to town for material. Then he got a call that the truck hauling the boxes had been stopped for a DOT inspection would be delayed. Is anyone really surprised? So Amos called the wrecker and told them we would be delayed an hour.

Our plan was to meet the truck at the interstate, have him follow one of us as far out as possible, drop the boxes, then have a tilt bed wrecker deliver them the rest of the way. Not that many moving parts so obviously not much could go wrong. Right?

After gathering material in town we headed back to my trailer to sit around and solve the worlds problems while we waited. We gave up on that rather quickly since no one listens to us anyway. I do have to IMG_20170113_122808093admit that I liked the idea of an open season on politicians but in today’s PC world we knew we would never be able to sell it.

At the appointed time we were off to the interstate and our first look at the boxes. While we were waiting for them to show Amos tried calling the wrecker again. No luck. There was still some time to waste though.

Then the boxes showed up and, well, they were ugly. I mean shipping containers aren’t exactly glamorous to begin with but these wereIMG_20170113_122819675_HDR decidedly ugly. However they did appear solid and we both had plans for painting them anyway. Still no wrecker so we decided I would lead the truck with the boxes out while Amos went in search of the promised wrecker.

Although slow, the trip out was entirely uneventful. The guy driving the truck was obviously skilled and seemed like a nice guy to boot. I took him in the long way since it was a far better road plus there was IMG_20170113_122836228an area where he could do some maneuvering and make the sharp left turn that was required. A few minutes later we were at the head of our road which was where we planned on leaving the containers for the wrecker. After a bit of backing and jockeying around he dropped the containers in less time that it takes to tell then was on his way.

On the way out I had received a text from Amos indicating that he had found the wrecker and was on the way. Thinking that they were close behind, I waited patiently while the Zigster gave each box the extended sniff inspection. Having passed inspection we waited. IMG_20170113_122804511Then inspected the sides of the road. Then some unrecognizable mess that Zig wanted to roll in but I was able to talk him out of. Then waited. Finally I saw Amos approach with the wrecker in tow. So to speak. He wasn’t IMG_20170113_123139916really towing it but by the end of the day I had to wonder why not.

I had to run to my property to take down a fence so Amos and the tow truck people stayed and began loading his conex. By the time I finished with the fence they were already in place and unloading the first box. I remember thinking IMG_20170113_123344106_HDRthat this was going very well so we should be done a lot sooner than expected. So I stopped by to watch. And watched. And watched some more.

IMG_20170113_124159262_HDRAn hour later I was sitting on a stump in the shade, drinking lukewarm water, and watching. If it wasn’t for the fact that it was going to get dark in about seven hours it might have been funny. It really reminded me of that old saying about two monkeys engaging in carnal pleasures with a football.

If one of the wrecker drivers wanted to pull the truck forward, the other was equally sure it needed to back up. Raise the bed, no lowerIMG_20170113_133827984 the bed. Slide the bed back, slide it forward. Wait, wait. Pull the truck forward. Finally, with a healthy thump, the front of the conex fell the last few inches to the ground to a collective sigh of relief.

Then it was off again to collect and deliver my container. By now the IMG_20170113_135546887_HDRfootball has had enough of this crap and is fighting back with everything its got. Two hours later, I’m sitting in the shade drinking lukewarm water and watching. Amos and I agreed that the football was winning by a large margin.

By three o’clock I had to go back to town and left. Amos agreed to keep an eye on things. In town sometime after five I got a text that itIMG_20170113_135956883 was in place. My business in town didn’t conclude till nearly seven so it was way to dark to drive out that night. I spent the night in town and headed out at the crack of dawn the next morning.

Figuring that he needed rest after the day before, I stopped by IMG_20170114_081257809_HDRAmos’s place, left some croissants and fresh brewed coffee for a peace offering then eased on to my place.

I pulled in expecting to find the shack laying on the ground, fresh plowed ground as far as the eye could see and the conex on one side. I was pleasantly surprised to find everything in order and the box sitting very close to where I hadIMG_20170114_081334938_HDR hoped it would be.

After a couple of week ends of moving stuff from the shack to the box, I now have some room and can start to finish up insulating and sealing the shack. With spring just around the corner I want to get the second floor done so I can sleep up there this summer. More on that later.

IMG_20170115_091345350_HDRMany thanks to everyone using the Buy Amazon link. In a month or so I’ll be able to add a solar cell which will greatly improve my spirit at night. It gets really dark out there.

The Bridge On the River Kwai

Just spent a couple of days out in the swamp.

Last trip out I transferred all my frozen meat into the 12 vDC freezer and shut down the propane refrigerator. Even at 40 percent run time the fridge was drinking about 50 to 60 pounds of propane a month. That is way to much. When I have the time I’ll try to find the problem and fix it. I looked on the internet and everything says to adjust the doors so the seals will be tighter. The instruction sort of say, “open the doors”, “adjust the hinges”, “problem solved.”

To me this is akin to your car engine not running. You look it up and find “open the hood, fix the engine, close the hood.” Guess I’ll have to study on this further.

The good news is that the 12 vDC freezer that Plume sent me worked gang busters. When I arrived yesterday it was holding a steady zero degrees and the batteries were holding up well. I still need to add some more panels and a couple of more batteries soon but for now things are great.

Amos and Hannah were up for the weekend. I always look forward to their visits. They are super company and always have something going on. This weekend we built a bridge. Regular readers are already aware of the marsh across the back of our properties and that we’ve never managed to get across it. This weekend we may have laid the groundwork for finally seeing what the back 2/3s of our properties look like. Or we may have built a bridge to nowhere.

I was negligent in taking pictures so the before pix are missing. I do img_20161113_111510298_hdrhave a few after shots.

Ok, so it doesn’t look all that impressive. It consists of three 4x6s sixteen feet long and a whole host of 2x6s four feet long. But keep in mind that we hauled these things down 17 miles of bad road in a 6 foot bed pick up. Amos tooled along at a snails pace while I followed his dust cloud. At one point I had to signal a halt when the load shifted which could have resulted in scattering our (their) bridge everywhere.

On site there was the chore of getting the wood to the marsh. Where I have several wide paths cut that I can drive down, Amos has miles of narrow twisty paths requiring negotiation. But not to worry, Amos has a converted riding mower to tow everything in place. Yeah, right.

With Hannah expertly guiding the newly christened ATV getting the freshly cut four foot 2x6s was something somewhat akin to a nightmare. Not to belittle her driving, she really did a great job. But obviously the ATV didn’t get the memo regarding its new status and kept getting stuck. Still, it was finally done.

Then came the three 4x6s. For the uninformed, a sixteen foot 4×6 weighs roughly about a thousand pounds. The ATV didn’t read the second memo and refused to budge about half way in. So we towed them in one at a time by hand.

I was in the process of writing a memo about naps when they turned to and started building. Figuring it was a moot point I tore the memo up and feeling like a British soldier in a Japanese war camp I pitched in and tried to help.

After much pain and anguish the bridge was completed. You can imagine how happy we were when we found out that the other side ended right in front of a huge stump. “Not to worry!” says I. “I have tannerite. We’ll blow the stump up!” So off I went to gather said tannerite and a large caliber weapon.

Back at the bridge we mixed the tannerite, packed it into the stump then fell back to what we thought was a safe distance. Amos took the first shot while I was in retreat with Ziggy. (the Zigster isn’t a big fan of gunshots much less huge explosions) A few minutes later I learned that he had hit it but it didn’t detonate.

So back to the stump to repack it and try again. This time I took the shot. Three shots later I could clearly see that I had hit it and still no BOOM. We gave up at that point.

On a brighter note, the swamp inspector examined the bridge and img_20161112_161804878_hdrpronounced it satisfactory.

Speaking of shooting, I saw a display a few weeks ago that left me totally impressed. Amos was out with a friend and they came by my place for some recreational target shooting. We set up some rebar out to about 40 yards. It was late afternoon so the light was failing but we weren’t going to let that stop us.

We had put some apples on the rebar at 40 yards which I thought was a waste at the time. Soon I couldn’t even see the apples. That’s when Batman took a 50 caliber black powder rifle with a scope and exploded an apple. I knew he was a good shot but had no idea he could see in the dark.

Thinking that the show was over I settled back on a five gallon bucket to watch the wind down. That’s when he pulled a pistol, announced he was shooting an apple and commenced to do it.

As best as I can tell, this guy is part bat or something. He must emit some kind of chirping or something to find his target through echo location. Till then I wasn’t sure how to peg this guy but now he has to be Batman.

Meanwhile I’ve taken another part time job that is taking up a lot of time at least for now. As a result I’m not able to spend as much time out in the boonies but my finances are beginning to look up. Hopefully in a few weeks I’ll be able to cut back and put in two or three days a week then spend the rest in the swamp.

Dear Hollywood celebrities, You exist for my entertainment. Some of you are great eye candy. Some of you can deliver a line with such conviction that you bring tears to my eyes. Some of you can scare the crap out of me. Others make me laugh. But you all have one thing in common, you only have a place in my world to entertain me.

That’s it. You make your living pretending to be someone else. Playing dress up like a 6 year old. You live in a make believe world in front of a camera. And often when you are away from one too. Your entire existence depends on my patronage. I’ll crank the organ grinder; you dance. I don’t really care where you stand on issues. Honestly, your stance matters far less to me than that of my neighbor. You see, you aren’t real. I turn off my TV or shut down my computer and you cease to exist in my world. Once I am done with you, I can put you back in your little box until I want you to entertain me again.

I don’t care that you don’t like Mr.Trump. But I bet you looked cute saying it. Get back into your bubble. I’ll let you know when I’m in the mood for something blue and shiny. And I’m also supposed to care that you will leave this great country if Trump becomes president? Ha. Please don’t forget to close the door behind you. We’d like to reserve your seat for someone who loves this country and really wants to be here. Make me laugh, or cry. Scare me. But realize that the only words of yours that matter are scripted. I might agree with some of you from time to time, but it doesn’t matter. In my world, you exist solely for my entertainment. So, shut your pie hole and dance.”


OK. So it isn’t exactly a river. More of a mud puddle maybe. But who img_20161113_111524403_hdrwants to wade through it? After I get a marker that says “River Kwai” I’ll post a pic.

#CowLivesMatter by gosh

In town for a couple of nights so I figured I’d fire off a quick post.

Last trip out started off with a bit of excitement. One of the areas I have to drive through has a lot of cows. It was early morning, the weather was beautiful then I rounded a corner and saw them. They had the road completely blocked and it only took a glance to realizeimg_20160918_115835388_hdr1 that they weren’t at all in a good mood. It was my worst nightmare, right there in front of me were a herd of Cow Lives Matter protesters and worse yet, I had a couple of pounds of ground beef in one of my coolers.

For a moment I thought of making a U turn and running but no, at some point I knew I would have to confront these bovine bullies. As I approached at a crawl I was sweating profusely and wishing I had opted for ground turkey instead of ground beef. In seconds I was surrounded by a milling herd angrily chanting “Eat mor chikin!” accompanied by the sound of spray cans being shook vigorously.

By now my hands were shaking while I wondered if I could reach the shotgun in the back seat if they all decided to charge. Then it occurred to me that I could end up sharing a shallow grave with the ground beef if they decided to search my coolers. By now the chanting was virtually inaudible over the sound of spray cans in action then I saw it.

A no Cow Lives Matter Safe Zone! Easing the truck into reverse I was able to beat a safe retreat. Looking confused the cows appeared img_20160918_1158595201as if they were going to turn on each other for a few moments allowing me to engage four wheel drive and take to the open pasture. The last I saw of them some of the slower protesters were spray painting each other while hurling racist remarks about in hopes that something might stick. Though I never got more than fifty feet away they never seemed to notice. But then you have to be dumber than a box of hammers to get caught up in the movement to begin with.

I had a tree die a couple of days ago. By that I mean that I looked at a few days before and it seemed fine. Then two days later I started by it and being an expertly trained observer I thought “Something is different.” Stopping I looked around a bit and after a few minutes thought “Why am I standing here looking around?” I find myself doing that more often than I did about two hundred years ago. Then I remembered that something was different so maybe I should figureimg_20161019_1542007761 out what it was. It should have been really obvious since I was practically leaning against the tree but you just don’t expect a good sized shade tree to die overnight. Finally I figured it out and broke out the chain saw. With the tree gone I was feeling like I had accomplished something until I thought “What was I doing?” But that’s another story entirely.

I’ve mentioned that the fridge is drinking propane. So I disconnected the thermistor and set it to run twenty percent of the time. At that setting the ground beef I had in the freezer thawed. Since I had risked life and limb to get that meat out there I wasn’t about to give up on it so I set it to run forty percent of the time. I headed back to town for a few days then returned. Everything was well frozen so I cooked some burgers the first night and ate them.  No adverse affects so I guess it worked.

It’s starting to get cool at night. We’ve already had night temps down

May I have a 9 am wake up call please?
May I have a 9 am wake up call please?

into the low 50s. Daytime temps is still near 100 so there is a huge difference between day and night clothing. It is also great sleeping weather. I’ll be taking some extra blankets out tomorrow since the bed hog steals all the covers.

There are several properties I walk once or twice a week at the request of the owners. I check for damage, vandalism and to see if their feeders are working. Usually all I find is feeders damaged or not working which I text to the owners. Bears are really rough on feeders.




“Hmmm. What’s that little box?”







Needless to say, the owner wasn’t at all happy about this. The bottom edge of that feeder, where it starts to form a cone is about six feet off the ground. Want to know how big that bear is?


I had to do some light stuff to pull this out but you get the idea. He’s a big boy. That’s not Ziggy dressed up up in a Winnie the Pooh costume.





“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
Theodore Roosevelt



I’m Back

Been almost three weeks. Ouch. All both of my readers have been pinging me for being lax. Sorry.

First of all, I would really like to thank everyone who is using my Shop Amazon to Shop Amazon. As I’ve said before, shopping Amazon via this site doesn’t cost anymore and I get a small commission. Presently I have a couple of more months then I will be able to buy some toy for the shack in the swamp. Right now I’m leaning toward a 100 watt solar panel or a Yagi cellular antenna.

Meanwhile, out in the swamp, I’ve not been idle. Well, sometimes I’ve been idle but its mostly been busy, busy, busy. Alright, maybe its more like busy. That’s old person talk for I got some stuff done.

I cut some new paths. John Boy came by on his tractor and bush hogged my old and new paths which was super nice of him. His bush hog mulches the brush which helps level things a bit so it isn’t so nerve wracking to drive around. I have enough cleared now that I can load tools and a cooler in the truck, drive to where I want to work and not have to run to the shack every time I need gas or a cold water.

I cut a new driveway and started blocking the old one off. It is actually an extension of the old drive but instead of turning and coming alongside the shack it is more winding. Once finished it will give me ample opportunity to see someone coming in.

I planted some pecan, eucalyptus, and oak trees. Hopefully I’ll live long enough to stand under them in the shade someday. I also planted some trifoliate orange which are growing like weeds. I want to plant a complete barrier across the front by next spring. Maybe by next fall I’ll have my living barrier tall enough to start to work.

Had a real surprise show up via UPS. Plume bought a Whynter 85 Quart Refrigerator/Freezer and had it drop shipped to me. It runs on 12 vDC or 120 volts. It works great so far. I tested it in town by cooling it to 32 degrees then putting in some ice trays and set it on fast freeze. Fifteen minutes later I had ice cubes. At the shack I ran it for a day on 12 volts and it froze stuff gang busters. But I don’t have enough solar to run it and the fridge over the long run without running the generator every three days or so. So I’m going to have to add at least one more battery and solar panel I believe. I hope its only one battery since they are expensive as all get out.

The fridge is giving me problems. It’s drinking propane like crazy. A 20 pound bottle only lasts about a week which is way to much. Seems that it never shuts off hardly and then its only for a few minutes. I found that I could disconnect the thermistor and have it run a percentage of the time based on the coldness setting. I did that and set it on the warmest setting. I left for town, came back a six days later and found that the freezer was thawed. So I bumped it up a couple of notches and left. We’ll see what happens when I get back out.

I took the cell phone booster out of the truck and put it in the shack. I now have 4G while sitting in the shack and clear as a bell phone calls. Come to think of it, instead of a Yagi I might get an omnidirectional antenna so I have better coverage. Though I only turn it on when I need it, I’m powering it from a 15 watt solar panel and a NAPA deep cycle battery that I don’t know where I got it. I’ve had the battery for at least three years but never used it so I believe it should be in pretty good shape.

I took a part time job in town at the camp ground I’m staying at. It was a bumpy start at first but has smoothed out and I’m working a few hours a day now. If I can work off my lot rental every month that will put about 400 dollars extra in my pocket to buy new toys for the swamp.

While in town I watch a lot of Netflix. I had to quit watching the Star Trek series. Has anyone noticed how that no matter how new or advanced the Enterprise is, the least little thing is able to kill it? It doesn’t matter what it is, they only have to fire three shots and the Enterprise is going down the tubes. Just once I’d like to see them stomp a mud puddle in someones chest and keep going on.

OhoohooCaptain Smirk, there’s a ship uncloaking off our starboard bow. Or maybe port stern. Crap! It’s right there in front of us.
Smirk: On the television. Or display. Or screen. Crap! Show me.
Pock: That’s an Awesome class battle cruiser from the Smurf Alliance Captain! It’s equipped with four blue smurf cruise missiles capable of destroying a moon!
Ohoohoo: Captain, they are powering up weapons. Should I raise shields?
Smirk: Nah. Nuke em till they twinkle Ohoohoo.
Ohoohoo: Nuking em till they twinkle Captain.
Pock: Oh look! Shiny!
Smirk: Snotty! It’s time for the movie. Where do I plug this projector in?
Snotty: I’m giving ya all I’ve got Captain! She can’t take anymore!
Smirk: I don’t care about your sex life Snotty. Get this movie going. That’s an order.

Hurricanes, Bears and Pigs Oh My!

The hurricane. Yawn. I rode it out in town and barely noticed it. More like an extended thunderstorm than anything.

I headed out to the shack the next day. The roads were mushy in img_20160902_1441295741places with a lot of downed trees but still not all that bad. Most of the trees I just drove over or around. A couple I had to hook the winch up and pull out of the way. Naturally I didn’t have a chain saw with me.

After I got to the shack I had very little damage. Had some tarps torn up and loose stuff blown around but nothing major. There was a lot of standing water which wasn’t helped much by the fact that it img_20160903_0847166241rained for nearly two days after the hurricane. My driveway and parking area quickly turned into a mud bog so I spent a lot of time cutting brush to drive over. The mud is still there but it doesn’t get slung around near as much.

I was asked by a neighbor to check his feeders and pull cards which I did. So I have a lot of game pics to share.





Living the dream.