Frustrated Incorporated

Monday as you faithful readers know was the opening of Gun Season on Deer. I had to work, yet, I could get off in time to do a quick change, hop up into the Forest and get a quick Hunt in. The rain was coming down all day long. Hunting is good in the rain, but, not if it's too hard. The Deer just lay down. It broke just before quitting time. However the clouds sank lower and they became dark. It didn't look like I would have any "shooting light". So, I decided I would just throw some Slugs in the Shot Gun(Remington Model 29, 12 Gauge, yes, it is old) and throw on my Parka(I hunt in a Night Desert Parka) and Orange(Hunters have to wear it, hikers and bikers get the pass).
Yet, once I got to the Parking space it got heavier. I knew it would happen. I know when the clouds sink low and it grows dark they're getting ready to empty out. But, I wanted to just walk in long enough to catch a Deer out. It was too heavy. It just wasn't worth getting the Gun wet. I went and got my truck inspected instead.
Today I had the plans again. This time the rain was gone, but, a little blustery. The Sun shined and it clouded up a couple of times through the day. Snow was all across the Balsams(A Mountain Range), it was pretty. I had forgotten something though. We had a Safety Meeting, and, the Office Crowd stays until 5, so it was going to last until 5. Too late for me to do my quick change and hop into my spot. It's a conspiracy I tell you.
Maybe tomorrow. I am getting ready to have 2 1/2 day's of Hunting.

A Clean Horse Slayer
I've briefly mentioned a friend I call Horse Slayer. He killed a Horse. He darn near killed himself as well. The boy got himself into trouble with the law some months back. Now he's on tour of the NC Prison System. Some time back he started acting weird, real weird. I put some distance between the two of us. Turns out he got himself on Meth. He sent word to me through his Sister that he's been clean six months now. He has become involved with a Prison Ministry as well. This from a guy who would avoid any acknowledgement of God. I don't know if he figured we came from Darwin's Fish or what. Well, the thing is he never questioned. He never reflected...didn't think of the future. Never wanted to make sense of anything. He couldn't have a good time unless he had a drink and couldn't hear the Music unless it was loud. Now he has admitted his own imortality. God Bless him.

I'd go on, but, I've got to get gone.
A Rebel Without a Cause or a Heathen Without a Reason?
Appalachian Intellectual