I was sitting here thinking about what to write and the first thing that came to mind was my love hate relationship with chipotle. However, common sense and fear of obscenity charges overrode that inclination.
Instead I decided to dissect this article. While I agree with the premise that being optimistic is something that you can willfully control, it's writing like this that tends to set me off. The author acts like these four secrets are so easy that just by reading the article, you will automatically be a happier person. So let's break down the problems with each of these steps.
Secret 1: Express Gratitude-On the surface this seems like a pretty sound theory. But let's just say that you've just blown a tire, smashed into a guard rail, and your coffee spilled all over your cell phone and the report you absolutely must turn in this morning. Am I really going to stop and take the time to say, thank you negligent person that allowed debris to fall from your vehicle. Now I get the opportunity to use my spare tire. Wouldn't want it to sit in the trunk too long without being used. Plus I get to talk with the perpetually friendly people at my insurance company. And who wouldn't be thankful for the chance to show up to work late and flex your creativity muscles when your boss doesn't quite believe your story?
Secret 2: Volunteer-Ahh yes, when everything in my life is going as absolutely horrible as possible, I want to surround myself with people who are in much worse situations than I. Who doesn't want a side of guilt and shame to go along with all the other crap that's going wrong?
Secret 3: Notice the Good-Ummm...not to sound flippant (well, maybe just a little), but isn't that pretty much what defines an optimist? If you're able to notice the good in every situation, wouldn't it be much easier to expect positive outcomes to every day situations? It's extremely hard for me to notice the good when I have to worry about how I'm going to get both of my grandpa's tractors out of the swamp without breaking anything.
Secret 4: Change Negative Self-Talking-Are you kidding me? Honestly, if this is a problem for you, you most likely won't have the confidence to believe that you can fix yourself. This is like saying that if you have trouble spending money then you should stop spending money. Well thanks for the tip skippy.
Yes, I know that anybody can change their outlook on life, but to write an article that makes it sound like a minor maintenance issue instead of a major engine overhaul is misleading at best.
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I don't have any related links. I just urge everyone to find a way to volunteer. Whether it's with senior citizens, inner city youth, or in a third world country, the love you show by volunteering will reap a harvest many times what you sow.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
One of "Those" Days
Well just like the title suggests, it was one of those days. One of the days that Murphy's Law was written for. It seemed like it was starting out to be a pretty decent day. Nice weather, the sun was shining.
I went early this morning and borrowed my grandpa's tractor. He only lives a mile away so it's pretty handy. My intention was to drive through the woods behind our house to load up a bunch of wood that I had cut up so I could bring it up and split it.
Things were going pretty well. I had made my way into the woods and had some stuff cut up and moved out of the way. So I'm driving the tractor through the woods and the front tires go over a small hump and I immediately sink nearly to the front axle. Try to back up and the tires just spin. I immediately stop, shut the tractor off, and head up to the house. I knew that if I kept trying I'd just make things worse.
Not too bad, I think to myself. The ground didn't seem that bad and grandpa has a bigger tractor. My dad goes to get the bigger tractor and drives out to the woods. He backs up and we get the chains hooked up. He starts to pull and the smaller one starts to move. But then it gets hung up on a log buried in the muck. The big tractor starts to spin its tires.
I need to interject here. My dad has a tendency to compound situations which would be considered less than optimal. It's a lack of patience. Something I struggle with as well.
As soon as the tires started spinning, not wanting to lose momentum, he opens up the throttle. This causes the tires to spin even more. In a matter of seconds, the larger tractor is sunk to its rear axle in the muck.
I'll forego the next few hours as the language is not appropriate. Not on my part, mind you. I'm much too controlled for those types of outbursts. Stop laughing.
Anyway, my dad goes to another farmer he knows and he brings over a bigger tractor to try to help. Notice I said try. It didn't work. Tractor wasn't big enough. But at least we didn't get it stuck.
He goes to another farmer and they bring an even bigger four wheel drive tractor. We break two chains. But we don't get this one stuck either so I guess that's a plus.
Finally we call a wrecker. Apparently all it takes to remove a tractor from the swamp is a hundred feet of steel cable, a massive winch, a block and tackle, and $150 dollars to pay the driver.
At least we didn't break anything on the tractors. Of course, all my wood is still out in the forest. Tomorrow should be fun.
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I went early this morning and borrowed my grandpa's tractor. He only lives a mile away so it's pretty handy. My intention was to drive through the woods behind our house to load up a bunch of wood that I had cut up so I could bring it up and split it.
Things were going pretty well. I had made my way into the woods and had some stuff cut up and moved out of the way. So I'm driving the tractor through the woods and the front tires go over a small hump and I immediately sink nearly to the front axle. Try to back up and the tires just spin. I immediately stop, shut the tractor off, and head up to the house. I knew that if I kept trying I'd just make things worse.
Not too bad, I think to myself. The ground didn't seem that bad and grandpa has a bigger tractor. My dad goes to get the bigger tractor and drives out to the woods. He backs up and we get the chains hooked up. He starts to pull and the smaller one starts to move. But then it gets hung up on a log buried in the muck. The big tractor starts to spin its tires.
I need to interject here. My dad has a tendency to compound situations which would be considered less than optimal. It's a lack of patience. Something I struggle with as well.
As soon as the tires started spinning, not wanting to lose momentum, he opens up the throttle. This causes the tires to spin even more. In a matter of seconds, the larger tractor is sunk to its rear axle in the muck.
I'll forego the next few hours as the language is not appropriate. Not on my part, mind you. I'm much too controlled for those types of outbursts. Stop laughing.
Anyway, my dad goes to another farmer he knows and he brings over a bigger tractor to try to help. Notice I said try. It didn't work. Tractor wasn't big enough. But at least we didn't get it stuck.
He goes to another farmer and they bring an even bigger four wheel drive tractor. We break two chains. But we don't get this one stuck either so I guess that's a plus.
Finally we call a wrecker. Apparently all it takes to remove a tractor from the swamp is a hundred feet of steel cable, a massive winch, a block and tackle, and $150 dollars to pay the driver.
At least we didn't break anything on the tractors. Of course, all my wood is still out in the forest. Tomorrow should be fun.
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Monday, October 10, 2011
How to Find Different Titles for Your Blog Posts (Don't let the title fool you. This is about football.)
It's a bittersweet day. I'm bringing an end to the "How To" titles for my posts. I decided that I'm much more creative than that and can come up with witty, attention grabbing titles.
Now that that's out of the way. How about them Lions? I'll admit it. I've been a Lions fan since I can remember. My first memories of watching the guys in Honolulu Blue consisted of Barry Sanders making defenders look foolish, Rodney Pete making himself look foolish, and Eddie Murray being their leading scorer. (He was a kicker for those of you who don't remember.)
I suffered through the era of Cocaine Wayne, Bobby Ross, and a wave of other coaches whose potential was dashed upon the rocks of the Detroit LieDowns.
I watched numerous top draft picks amount to nothing. The few talented players Detroit was able to acquire were tossed into the meat grinder of sub mediocrity. Their careers were cut short by injury or indifference when they had the opportunity to get out of Detroit. After all, how many of them would have highlights of their career to point to when trying to negotiate a contract elsewhere?
I remember the last time the Lions made the playoffs only to lose the first game of their postseason. I remember the last time the Lions won a playoff game. That was all the way back in 1991. Twenty years ago.
I remember the sadness when guys I grew up watching every Sunday began to leave the game. Benny Blades, Chris Spielman, Pat Swilling, Mel Gray, Robert Porcher, Luther Ellis, Herman Moore, and the great Barry Sanders.
When Barry walked away from the game, I'm sure I wasn't the only one that felt a tremendous sense of despair. What were we going to do without one of the greatest players the game has ever seen? Turns out, we'd continue to be Lions fans. Suffering the same disappointment year after year.
And just when we thought it couldn't get worse, along came Matt Millen. Never has someone run a franchise so completely into the ground. Millen managed to accomplish the most difficult feat in professional football. So difficult, that no other team had EVER done it. He manufactured a team that was able to lose all SIXTEEN regular season games. As that travesty wore on, I recall having a perverse satisfaction as they drew closer and closer to the unattainable "perfect" season. Seriously, how many others would still claim to be a fan of an 0-16 team? I know I wasn't alone, but our ranks were pitifully small.
That's all changed now though. The Lion's have their first 4-0 start since before I was born. Suh, Johnson, and Stafford jerseys are everywhere. Where were you, my fairweather friends, when Cincinnati, Cleveland, and Tampa Bay could look forward to the inevitable win that came with a game against Detroit? Where were you when for three straight seasons the first draft pick was a wide receiver? Where were you when Joey "Princess" Harrington was our quarterback? You were rooting on the Patriots, or the Colts, or the Saints. How dare you, now that things are good, come back and act like you're one of us? You haven't the right to call yourself a fan. You turned tail and ran when the going got hard.
I know my words will fall on mostly deaf ears. Nobody will admit to being one of the many on the bandwagon. They all say, "Not me, I was here the whole time." Well I say you're a liar. If that's true, where is your Andre Ware, Ty Detmer, or Aveion Cason jersey? That's what I thought...That's what I thought.
And don't even get me started on Jeff Backus.
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Now that that's out of the way. How about them Lions? I'll admit it. I've been a Lions fan since I can remember. My first memories of watching the guys in Honolulu Blue consisted of Barry Sanders making defenders look foolish, Rodney Pete making himself look foolish, and Eddie Murray being their leading scorer. (He was a kicker for those of you who don't remember.)
I suffered through the era of Cocaine Wayne, Bobby Ross, and a wave of other coaches whose potential was dashed upon the rocks of the Detroit LieDowns.
I watched numerous top draft picks amount to nothing. The few talented players Detroit was able to acquire were tossed into the meat grinder of sub mediocrity. Their careers were cut short by injury or indifference when they had the opportunity to get out of Detroit. After all, how many of them would have highlights of their career to point to when trying to negotiate a contract elsewhere?
I remember the last time the Lions made the playoffs only to lose the first game of their postseason. I remember the last time the Lions won a playoff game. That was all the way back in 1991. Twenty years ago.
I remember the sadness when guys I grew up watching every Sunday began to leave the game. Benny Blades, Chris Spielman, Pat Swilling, Mel Gray, Robert Porcher, Luther Ellis, Herman Moore, and the great Barry Sanders.
When Barry walked away from the game, I'm sure I wasn't the only one that felt a tremendous sense of despair. What were we going to do without one of the greatest players the game has ever seen? Turns out, we'd continue to be Lions fans. Suffering the same disappointment year after year.
And just when we thought it couldn't get worse, along came Matt Millen. Never has someone run a franchise so completely into the ground. Millen managed to accomplish the most difficult feat in professional football. So difficult, that no other team had EVER done it. He manufactured a team that was able to lose all SIXTEEN regular season games. As that travesty wore on, I recall having a perverse satisfaction as they drew closer and closer to the unattainable "perfect" season. Seriously, how many others would still claim to be a fan of an 0-16 team? I know I wasn't alone, but our ranks were pitifully small.
That's all changed now though. The Lion's have their first 4-0 start since before I was born. Suh, Johnson, and Stafford jerseys are everywhere. Where were you, my fairweather friends, when Cincinnati, Cleveland, and Tampa Bay could look forward to the inevitable win that came with a game against Detroit? Where were you when for three straight seasons the first draft pick was a wide receiver? Where were you when Joey "Princess" Harrington was our quarterback? You were rooting on the Patriots, or the Colts, or the Saints. How dare you, now that things are good, come back and act like you're one of us? You haven't the right to call yourself a fan. You turned tail and ran when the going got hard.
I know my words will fall on mostly deaf ears. Nobody will admit to being one of the many on the bandwagon. They all say, "Not me, I was here the whole time." Well I say you're a liar. If that's true, where is your Andre Ware, Ty Detmer, or Aveion Cason jersey? That's what I thought...That's what I thought.
And don't even get me started on Jeff Backus.
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Friday, October 7, 2011
How to Do Customer Service the Right Way
Alright, so I've had my current cell phone since last December. It's a droid2 and I'm pretty happy with it. The only problem is that it gets too hot at times and that causes the adhesive which holds the keypad on to break down. I've had three phones in the ten months I've had my plan.
So I took my phone in yesterday to get it warrantied out. As soon as I walked in the door I was greeted by one of the representatives. Even though they were both with customers, they took the time to tell me they would be with my shortly. Too few companies bother to train their people that it is a big deal to the customer just to be acknowledged. I told them not to worry as I had plenty of time.
So I wander around the store looking at the different phones, waiting my turn. Even though she wasn't yet finished with her current customer, one of the reps asked me if I just had a simple question they could answer. I told her no, it was a warranty issue. Again, just letting the customer know you haven't forgotten about them and want to help them as soon as possible goes a long way.
Finally it's my turn. The rep that helped me turned out to be the district manager who was just in the store for the day. She asked me my problem and pulled up my account information and what not. She told me that because she isn't in the stores very often, she's not really familiar with how the warranty process works. She politely asked me if I would be willing to wait just a few more minutes until the other rep was free. I said that was fine and she could go ahead and help the next person waiting.
So the other rep gets freed up and begins to assist me. She looks at the phone to see the problem and calls the warranty division. She tells them the problem and they say they will ship me a new device. Now, I know I'm not eligible for an upgrade for a while so I ask her, because this is the third time with the same problem in ten months, if I can get a comparable phone. She asks the warranty division and they offer me a droid3 at no upgrade charge and they tell me they are overnighting it for no charge as well. Hey, that's fine with me. The rep gives me the order number and reminds me of the procedure for returning the defective phone.
I ask if there is an email address so I can leave a comment about customer service. Honestly, this was one of the best experiences in customer service that I've ever had. And that's not just with cell phones, that's any industry.
So if you work in customer service, you could take a lesson from this story. The customer may not always be right, but you need to do your best to make sure you find an equitable solution so they leave happy.
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So I took my phone in yesterday to get it warrantied out. As soon as I walked in the door I was greeted by one of the representatives. Even though they were both with customers, they took the time to tell me they would be with my shortly. Too few companies bother to train their people that it is a big deal to the customer just to be acknowledged. I told them not to worry as I had plenty of time.
So I wander around the store looking at the different phones, waiting my turn. Even though she wasn't yet finished with her current customer, one of the reps asked me if I just had a simple question they could answer. I told her no, it was a warranty issue. Again, just letting the customer know you haven't forgotten about them and want to help them as soon as possible goes a long way.
Finally it's my turn. The rep that helped me turned out to be the district manager who was just in the store for the day. She asked me my problem and pulled up my account information and what not. She told me that because she isn't in the stores very often, she's not really familiar with how the warranty process works. She politely asked me if I would be willing to wait just a few more minutes until the other rep was free. I said that was fine and she could go ahead and help the next person waiting.
So the other rep gets freed up and begins to assist me. She looks at the phone to see the problem and calls the warranty division. She tells them the problem and they say they will ship me a new device. Now, I know I'm not eligible for an upgrade for a while so I ask her, because this is the third time with the same problem in ten months, if I can get a comparable phone. She asks the warranty division and they offer me a droid3 at no upgrade charge and they tell me they are overnighting it for no charge as well. Hey, that's fine with me. The rep gives me the order number and reminds me of the procedure for returning the defective phone.
I ask if there is an email address so I can leave a comment about customer service. Honestly, this was one of the best experiences in customer service that I've ever had. And that's not just with cell phones, that's any industry.
So if you work in customer service, you could take a lesson from this story. The customer may not always be right, but you need to do your best to make sure you find an equitable solution so they leave happy.
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Wednesday, October 5, 2011
How to Look Like a Complete Moron
Well last night I managed to accomplish the title of this post. I planned on going hunting yesterday afternoon. Took my shower and started to get ready. As I'm putting on my clothes, I realize my gloves and face mask are missing. Dangit, they're still in my car, which my dad borrowed. Guess I'll just go out without them. I should be ok. Oh that's right, I need my wallet. Wait...where's my wallet? Look all over the house for it. Can't find it. Did I throw it in the washer on accident? I stop the washer mid cycle and pull out all the clothes. Nope. Not there. Well, I guess I'll just have to wait.
So I wait. Dad gets back with my car and I go to get my stuff. Gloves, check. Face mask, check. Wallet...uh oh. Not in my car. DANGIT!!!! Look all over the house again. Still can't find it. Go to check my car again. For some reason I pat my backside and lo and behold, there's my wallet. I never put it in the back pocket of my overalls. Well, apparently not never.
I can go hunting now at least. So I go hunting.
I'll tell ya what, there should be a cut off date for mosquitoes. There's absolutely no reason for those tiny little vampires to be flying around this late in the year. So I do my best to sit still. Very difficult to do while being incessantly impaled. Needless to say, I didn't see any deer. Oh well.
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So I wait. Dad gets back with my car and I go to get my stuff. Gloves, check. Face mask, check. Wallet...uh oh. Not in my car. DANGIT!!!! Look all over the house again. Still can't find it. Go to check my car again. For some reason I pat my backside and lo and behold, there's my wallet. I never put it in the back pocket of my overalls. Well, apparently not never.
I can go hunting now at least. So I go hunting.
I'll tell ya what, there should be a cut off date for mosquitoes. There's absolutely no reason for those tiny little vampires to be flying around this late in the year. So I do my best to sit still. Very difficult to do while being incessantly impaled. Needless to say, I didn't see any deer. Oh well.
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Monday, October 3, 2011
How to Enjoy the Fruits of Your Labor..Warning: Not Appropriate for Animal Rights Activists
Well, as you know, I enjoyed my first success while bowhunting this weekend. Normally the tradition is to have the heart for dinner the same day the deer is killed. Due to family traveling and not getting out of the woods until dark, we weren't able to continue that tradition this year. Just in case anyone wants to try it, if they get the chance, I'll tell you how we normally prepare it.
First, the heart needs to soak in cold water for most of the day. Change the water multiple times. When it's time to get going on dinner, remove the heart from the cold water and cut off all the excess fat, sinew, etc. I cut across the heart making 1/4 inch slices. Next dredge the slices in a mixture of flour, garlic powder, salt, pepper, or whatever seasonings you prefer. Heat about 1/8 inch of oil in a frying pan. Oil should be quite hot. Lay slices in the oil. Fry just long enough to crisp the dredge then turn and repeat. Remove slices from oil and place on paper towel to get rid of excess oil. Serve with whatever sides you choose.
This year I tried something different. My dad is having teeth issues so he can't eat anything that requires actual mastication. I cut the heart into very small bits. Along with some of the backstrap, I sauteed it in butter and olive oil and seasoned to taste. After it was cooked thoroughly I added it to some cooked pasta, and stirred in a jar of alfredo sauce. It was quite tasty.
I know that many people, hunters included, abhor the idea of eating any of the innards of an animal. I feel that it's my obligation to use as much of the animal as possible. And for those out there that haven't tried it, you really should reserve judgement until you do.
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First, the heart needs to soak in cold water for most of the day. Change the water multiple times. When it's time to get going on dinner, remove the heart from the cold water and cut off all the excess fat, sinew, etc. I cut across the heart making 1/4 inch slices. Next dredge the slices in a mixture of flour, garlic powder, salt, pepper, or whatever seasonings you prefer. Heat about 1/8 inch of oil in a frying pan. Oil should be quite hot. Lay slices in the oil. Fry just long enough to crisp the dredge then turn and repeat. Remove slices from oil and place on paper towel to get rid of excess oil. Serve with whatever sides you choose.
This year I tried something different. My dad is having teeth issues so he can't eat anything that requires actual mastication. I cut the heart into very small bits. Along with some of the backstrap, I sauteed it in butter and olive oil and seasoned to taste. After it was cooked thoroughly I added it to some cooked pasta, and stirred in a jar of alfredo sauce. It was quite tasty.
I know that many people, hunters included, abhor the idea of eating any of the innards of an animal. I feel that it's my obligation to use as much of the animal as possible. And for those out there that haven't tried it, you really should reserve judgement until you do.
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Saturday, October 1, 2011
How to Fill the Freezer
Just do this a few times.
This is my first deer with a bow. Let me tell ya how it went.
Got up at 5:00, showered, ate, dressed and headed out to the woods. In my stand before 6:00. After it started getting light watched several squirrels scampering around. About 8:30 I look over my right shoulder and see a deer walking towards me. It was a doe with two fawns. For those of you that don't know, it's nearly impossible for a right handed shoulder to shoot toward their right while sitting down. The doe spotted me before I had a chance to get to my feet so I sat absolutely still, hoping they would move to an area where there vision was blocked for a few seconds. Well they started walking back the way they came and I took the opportunity to try to stand. Must have made some noise because they spooked and took off. Sat back down and waited some more. 9:30 rolls around and I stand to stretch my legs. I'm standing for a couple minutes when I happen to look down to my right and there's a deer not twenty yards away. This time I was able to get turned around, but the safety harness makes it somewhat difficult to draw back normally. Also, my left leg won't stop shaking. Get the bow drawn back and the deer steps into an opening and I shoot. *THWACK* Well that didn't sound like and arrow hitting a deer. But the deer is still there. Get another arrow on the string, draw, leg is still shaking, shoot. *THUD* That sounded just like an arrow hitting the ground. But the deer is STILL there. Get my third and last arrow on the string. Realize I hadn't been holding proper form while shooting. Make a concerted effort to make sure everything is just right, and shoot. *Whack!!!!* That one sounded right. The deer took off and I heard it crash just a few seconds later. I can see my arrow sticking out of the ground and it's covered with blood.
Everyone says you need to wait and let the deer have time to expire so you don't spook it and cause it to run halfway across the county in a final desperate effort to spite you. Well this deer took off up the trail I have to use to get back to my vehicle. Plus, I'm out of arrows. So I get down and retrieve two of my arrows. The first one I shot is lodged in a small tree that I didn't see about 12 feet off the ground. I make my way as quietly and softly toward where I heard the deer go down as possible. After walking about 15 yards from my blood covered arrow I can see the deer lying in the brush. It's not moving and it's eye's are wide open and unblinking. I could see the exit wound and knew the deer was dead.
Went back to my car, drove to my grandpa's to borrow his truck and came back and loaded my deer. I took it home and it's mostly all cut up and ready to be canned or turned into jerky.
Dinner tonight will consist of backstrap and heart.
There are no related links today. Gotta get ready to head back out and don't have time to find humorous or interesting things to link to. Sorry for the inconvenience.
This is my first deer with a bow. Let me tell ya how it went.
Got up at 5:00, showered, ate, dressed and headed out to the woods. In my stand before 6:00. After it started getting light watched several squirrels scampering around. About 8:30 I look over my right shoulder and see a deer walking towards me. It was a doe with two fawns. For those of you that don't know, it's nearly impossible for a right handed shoulder to shoot toward their right while sitting down. The doe spotted me before I had a chance to get to my feet so I sat absolutely still, hoping they would move to an area where there vision was blocked for a few seconds. Well they started walking back the way they came and I took the opportunity to try to stand. Must have made some noise because they spooked and took off. Sat back down and waited some more. 9:30 rolls around and I stand to stretch my legs. I'm standing for a couple minutes when I happen to look down to my right and there's a deer not twenty yards away. This time I was able to get turned around, but the safety harness makes it somewhat difficult to draw back normally. Also, my left leg won't stop shaking. Get the bow drawn back and the deer steps into an opening and I shoot. *THWACK* Well that didn't sound like and arrow hitting a deer. But the deer is still there. Get another arrow on the string, draw, leg is still shaking, shoot. *THUD* That sounded just like an arrow hitting the ground. But the deer is STILL there. Get my third and last arrow on the string. Realize I hadn't been holding proper form while shooting. Make a concerted effort to make sure everything is just right, and shoot. *Whack!!!!* That one sounded right. The deer took off and I heard it crash just a few seconds later. I can see my arrow sticking out of the ground and it's covered with blood.
Everyone says you need to wait and let the deer have time to expire so you don't spook it and cause it to run halfway across the county in a final desperate effort to spite you. Well this deer took off up the trail I have to use to get back to my vehicle. Plus, I'm out of arrows. So I get down and retrieve two of my arrows. The first one I shot is lodged in a small tree that I didn't see about 12 feet off the ground. I make my way as quietly and softly toward where I heard the deer go down as possible. After walking about 15 yards from my blood covered arrow I can see the deer lying in the brush. It's not moving and it's eye's are wide open and unblinking. I could see the exit wound and knew the deer was dead.
Went back to my car, drove to my grandpa's to borrow his truck and came back and loaded my deer. I took it home and it's mostly all cut up and ready to be canned or turned into jerky.
Dinner tonight will consist of backstrap and heart.
There are no related links today. Gotta get ready to head back out and don't have time to find humorous or interesting things to link to. Sorry for the inconvenience.
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