Sunday, January 28, 2024

Grouse Positioning System

A bird in the bag is worth a few in the bush.
Clover is their nutrient of choice proven by crop autopsy in multiple field trials.

It is much easier to pull off two-at-once than simultaneous-two.  If the birds are side-by-side AND close enough, the shot pattern will overlap both birds and spend only one cartridge in the process. It is fun and requires some immediate strategy calculation but in the end it is a luck driven enterprise that only allows reflexes to be tested if the grouse suddenly scurry and change their disadvantaged geography.  The technique is a boastful process and several of us have achieved this grounded distinction over the past couple years. Again, it is luck in discovering tandem birds within the automatic overlapping crossfire pattern accidentally.  It is bird-on-the-wing that owns the coveted bragging rights, though.

No winged skeet-like trophies have been claimed by our group because of our highly disciplined bird-in-the-bag reaction time and zero tolerance sighting protocol that allows no birds to fly.  (Erik witnessed a from-the-hip wing shot after a road bird survived a woman's miss  yet fell from the sky at the hand of her Jeremiah Johnson husband......but that wasn't us).  

The simultaneous shot is thus our best upland dual-bird bagging bragging right.  According to the Grouse Log entry,  we approached a single rock bird in clover and consulted for 30 seconds before finally and spontaneously and embarrassingly identifying a feeding ruffed grouse.  Zero tolerance flight protocol in mind,  I loaded one shell into the barrel and almost shouldered the shotgun. I was    interrupted by Bob's alert that there were two in the clover.  Another shell into the bottom and shotgun to shoulder with authority.  This story is taking more time to tell than the measure of its actual unfolding. Hereafter,  I  will synchronize with real time.

BANG! Bird two; 
BANG!! Bird one. 
The End






mindBloggling!

There is an element of confusion.  It is usually political with an element of obfuscation.   For example,  the invasion of an embassy and the organized assassination of a US Ambassador on the anniversary of  9/11 is sanitized by the spontaneous and fictitious appearance of an outraged flash mob upset by a YouTube video.  Or sending guns to the cartels so they can be caught using them on our own law enforcement people. Or freeing terrorists to allow them to celebrate their release and rehabilitation within the Taliban.

And now in the glow of Veterans Day,  a beloved, effective, educated, strategic High Officer of the Army to which I belonged, is compromised by his own libido?  I speculate that once American gullibility refused to swallow Secretary of State Hilary Clinton's contrived culpability for Benghazi,  we are now being asked to digest that General Betraeus is somehow infiltrated by a super educated, unarmed, unmanned, sexual drone of his own.  If Bill Clinton did not have sex with that Monica woman, neither did Petraeus.  Petraeus is privy to the Benghazi secrets and will protect them with his own infallible security clearance and the agreement he has made is between his biographer and the pillow and the Commander in Chief.   Sex is an orgasmic state of affairs, I mean affair of state. So the renewed President accepts the General's voluntary resignation for an indiscretion.  Why am I not certain there isnt a steamy video we could blame?  

This is to publish the developing concept of mindBloggling.

Maya Memory




   
Bury all the bones
No rodents allowed
Maya was a baritone
With Volume set at Loud! 
Embedded plastic squeakers
Torn from stuffing new
They last eleven seconds
Then nothing left to chew.

Endeared, Long eared 
Majestic prancing trait
Sometimes a little jumpy
Always close the gate

Squirrels whirl and twirl
But never land in range
Of watchful Big-Brown-Eye's
Explosive door exchange.

Four seconds deck-to-fence
Lawn worn to dirt-and-dust
Her domain beyond the compound
In sight at risk she must.
She was a very lumpy pillow
She was a pointy-headed brain
She previewed through the dog door
Before venturing into rain.

Thursday, December 20, 2018

Retirement Holy Moly


From Bulldog to Crolius the holiest of molius
Hall Ass and Shandyman template and band

Five out of five;  Vacant has Rheum-jive
NewGuy ain’t new;  what’s Bettah than You

Apostolidumab Hipstah, our Grecian young sistah

Hope for the Legends when Brinkdaddy’s thru:
I promise retirement will happen to you

With my Baby beside me our goal is to hide me
Deep in the woods in my canvas canoe

I’m losing my iPad but the stories remain
The Outback is parked but nowhere in Maine

Mem’ries not lost-in  my late love for Boston
Our songs and our movies are classics today

And lest we  forget how Humira got worldly:
The Legends carried her...         all of  the way.

Thanks for your friendship and counsel and care
I’ll take all You Legends   with me everywhere

We love us.  We love us   That about says it all
This work was deluxe and we’ve all had a ball.

Legends have left us and their measure’s incomplete
Frankie Flexed her Napa wine and got us off our feet
Bangor knows the strength and steel of a little bold Concrete
Colossal Construction tension of Mel was Mighty sweet
You can never leave the Legends     We just move along
Old man Take a look at my life  we are Boston Strong



Sunday, March 19, 2017

New Normal Knee
Thy can’t fly with just one wing
Let angels do their therapy thing
One must not pray on bended knee
While Jesus heals your surgery

Saturday, March 26, 2016

Constitutional Adrenaline

Conceal your gun
Parade your right
Infringe me not
Flight or fight

Friday, June 19, 2015

Daisy Logic

Violets are not blue
They are purple instead
Blue Cucumber cool
Pepper hot alert red.

Hot is cool
Cool is hot
Things are sometimes
What they’re not.

Violets are cool
And roses are hot
Daisies say she loves me
But then she loves me not?

Love weathers intermittently
Hot and cool and then
When seeking floral wisdom
Be sure to ask again.