Howsh 'ya get porshupine pish anyway?
Well I guess it’s time to break out the porcupine piss and find a forest ranger who knows all the verses to "swing low sweet chariot", because I can’t seem to find a deer. It was a good hunt, and by hunt I mean walk. I find it interesting that in a matter of 5 days, the number of deer can drop so dramatically. It seems like we were kicking them out of everywhere on the last weekend of the Elk hunt, but when we can actually kill the deer legally they are no where to be found. We found plenty of Elk though. I even got to watch a Moose try and get his freak on, but his woman wasn’t having any of that type of behavior and turned him down. Awe well, I guess what ever happens, happens. So I had my 3rd Calculus test last Thursday, and I’m all on pins and needles to find out what I got. The Holidays are coming, and I am not ready. I tend to get a little grumpy as Christmas nears, and I‘m never really sure why. Also, although I am not against eating until I pop (just ask my mom about the pancakes, but remember that anything that makes you laugh at my expense is a lie), I don’t fully appreciate the origins of Thanksgiving. It seems to me like focusing on the wonderful dinner before a violent date rape. It avoids the reality of the situation that we gratefully accepted help from the natives, then looked at them and asked “what else can we take?” I feel the urge to rant and rave about something but I currently lack the mental fortitude to simply pick something to focus my energies on. Actually that’s not entirely true. I thought of something and wrote about a page about it, but then deleted it because I don’t want to be responsible for anyone getting depressed and doing damage to themselves. Anyway, I’ll try to come up with something more creative tomorrow. Laters!
posted by Maximus_Manimal at 12:42 PM
3 Comments:
I am telling you the deer and elk have a secret network of tunnels. Here is the proof during the elk hunt the elk were hiding out now the deer are using it.
Remember thanksgiving isn't about pilgrim/indian relations it is about the pilgrims survivng. Which teaches us one important lesson NEVER help ANYONE. If you do they will give you polio blankets.
Amaaaaaaaaazing graaaaaace.... oh how I'll be singing praises once the hunts are over and I can have a weekend to sleep in again! I really shouldn't complain though, Maximus is the one who does all the work. I mostly just hang out in camp, although last weekend I did go out with him on Saturday. It was enough that I really didn't have the strong desire to go out again on Sunday. Not that I dislike the hunts mind you, I just get a little cranky when I've missed out on a good nights sleep for four weekends in a row. Ah well, four down, one more week to go.
You know, Maximus's mom needs to start a blog. Oh the hilarity! Some of us just take Thanksgiving as a time to be thankful about what we have, rather than focusing on the origins of the holiday. Thanksgiving didn't become a national holiday until much later than the pilgrims anyway.
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