It Ain't All Bad

“Stroll you bones and sow your oats…yeah, love your friends and tell them jokes”

No it aint. Other than the initial hellos when I got in, the first order of business was to buy a new to me truck. My old one had had it. So, Saturday at noon time I was the proud owner of a new to me truck…A 92 Toyota pick up with a V6, 5spd, 4WD. It’s a solid truck mechanically. There’s some body damage, but no biggie. The first thing I found myself doing was driving it to Franklin. I had gotten an E-mail from Twister saying that his Grandmother had died. The Woman was a Saint and, to say the least he was passionately loyal to her. The sweet lady’s health had suffered over the last year and the good Lord has relieved her of it.

Sunday I dropped in on the Jolly Red Head Giant. I believe he is tempted to go bear Hunting with me, Twister and his crew over yonner while I’m in.

Of course I’m filled with questions about Iraq. I give more blunt and detailed answers to the Jolly Red Head Giant and Twister. I believe that people need a good understanding of what’s taking place. But once in a while it’s a little tiring.

The house has grown on me. I’ve gotten over that.

I’ve only gone Hunting twice. Last year I handed twister a live squirrel. This year I poured coffee down his sleeve. He was driving, wanted me to pour him some coffee and hit a bump.

We’ve had two races go on. A race is when the dogs are in pursuit of something. Some heathens just can’t figure that out. The first one we let two dogs loose on a scent, could never find a trail couldn’t hear the dogs for a while…then, one howl. We couldn’t get a reading on the tracking collars so we took the rest of the dogs back to the trucks. Twister and another fellar went down the mountain and me and another went down to pick them up. Some Loggers and Forest Rangers said they heard them tree, but at the end of the day we picked them up down on another side of the Mountain.

Wednesday we had another going on. Me and Twister stayed in one spot for three hours, thought we had a race, turned up to be a rambling straggling hound. Then they were on something later. Run up the Mountain…they’re coming!...No…None of us can hear anything. Without a radio the two of us left and we were out of it.

The next couple of days have been tend to business days when I accomplished little.

Me and Twister fell into a conversation much like many we’ve had about Strategy and Theory. It came around in circle to exploiting success. You don’t throw all of your effort into what’s not producing, You put it into what is working well, all else follows. This goes for everything.

Exploit Success…

The Appalachianist