The front page picture is a small stream at 7,000' I fished last week. I was landing lunker fingerlings, but it just didn't matter. In other news, summer is waning and the harvest has begun. The beauty above is probably the biggest tomato I've ever grown. Time to...
That's what I'm talkin' about. Yep, it's August. That means smoke in the air. Air quality is 102 here at the cabin. So it goes. There's still fish in the river and birds in the forest to be gathered and eaten. Links? The Cracker Barrel saga takes a dark turn. Tedious....
When you add all types of knives together, I think I have about 60 blades. My EDC is one of my Spyderco's. This little fella followed me home today. I need to feed it the blood of my enemies. Or at least some cardboard. Links? He's surfing the big waves now. Sucks to...
I’m tired.
You know you want a big, heaping hunk of…the links!
Not gonna do it.
Howdy.
Adulting appears to be kicking Brett’s ass.
I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated, by succeeding Generations, as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with...
Let your freak flag fly.
Summer has arrived.
A story of a first loser.
Coming to you live from god’s country in the manliest of time zones.
Florida tiny house.
80s and 90s last week, 60s and raining today. Ah well. Better than nonstop 90s and an inversion layer. Oh wait, that’s next month.
96 and sunny yesterday, 65 and raining today. Go figure.
Thank you to all the Gold Star families that persevere, despite the loss.
Kids say the darndest things.
Perspective.
Space Force recruiting poster.
Dear gawd, what time is it?!?
“They gonna put y’all BACK in chains!”
Spud is grumpy.
I could really use a haircut.
Have at it folks.