Big Dan....it's that fuggin work thing , you remember, dontcha??? LOL
13 hour shift, 2-3-2 schedule.......work every other weekend. That's why if they don't come across with that corner office next year when my boss finally retires, wel after 6 years and no raises, I'm the fug outta here!
Fugall Frog, biggest pay raise I ever had was the day I retired. No Chitt.
Near 25 years of shift work is not missed or remembered fondly. Chitty coffee, bad food and a building full of Type A+ personalities. Figured that anyone wanting the job to manage that zoo should have automatically been DSQ'd. Sadly, they weren't.
Anyway, I've been busy, not like Hunts yanking quills from 3/4 ton of pissed off jerky-gonna-be. Just plodding along, one endless phuocin' day after another. Ain't enough time in the day by half and I ain't jerked a trigger in a few weeks. That's starting to chap my ass a bit....need blood, lotsa blood.
Semper Blood Bath,
BD
PS: Building some 1/4 bore bullets in a few days. Couple of hundred ought to send shivers thru the pig nation. Or whatever passes as the pest Du Jour. Gonna ship some of them across state lines. Oooh Raaah!
I am..........disturbed.
Concerning the difference between man and the jackass: some observers hold that there isn't any. But this wrongs the jackass. -Twain
Dominant doe down yesterday. Been a blood feud between us the last two years, as she had ruined many a hunt with her crazy antics. Someone had arrowed her a few years back and left a pretty bad scar along her back so I could recognize her on sight. Bat schit crazy did not begin to describe her, and she led a charmed life. She spent more time looking up in the trees for climbing stands than looking for food. The slightest trigger would make her snort and bellow for a half hour, and drive every buck in the area away. I took more pleasure in killing her than any 8 point buck walking.
Ruger # 1 in 45.70 settled her hash. She is ground and vacuumed packed as I type this. Bitches be crazy.