rainy days...

MITM POST - This year, Western Elk Hunt October - In the meantime some memories......

“Listen, you Balkan rug peddler, my role of the great hunter, as you put it, is my own business.  It has nothing to do with you.  It's a sacred subject.  Much like the sex life of my mother.  It's something you'll refrain from talking about or even thinking about.  It's way too difficult a subject for your small little brain to grasp.  It's a passion that's beyond you.  I'd have to explain to you the sound of the wind and the smell of the woods.  I'd have to create you all over again. And stamp out those years you spent on the dirty pavement in cramped shoes.”

John Wilson (Clint Eastwood), White Hunter, Black Heart

 

Captain Chaos - Success!  Boar Hunt, CA

“We cannot but pity the boy who has never fired a gun; he is no more humane, while his education has been sadly neglected.”

Henry David Thoreau

"One does not hunt in order to kill. On the contrary, one kills in order to have hunted."

Jose Ortega y Gasset

"Hunting has opened the earth to me and let me sense the rhythms and hierarchies of nature."

Charles Fergus

Capn Chaos and Mr. Moose - Snake River

 

The Kid - Cali

Stretch - Cali

Idaho Thugs - Snake River Area

Pheasant Hunting - Snake River Area

Doc - Duck hunting Cali

Mr. Matrix and Capn Chaos - Cali Duck Hunt

MITM Post – “I know you don't smoke weed, I know this; but I'm gonna get you high today, 'cause it's Friday; you ain't got no job... and you ain't got shit to do.” **

It was Friday.  We actually didn’t have shit to do.  We decided to get high – minus the weed.  Living on the Plantation, surrounded by marshes and rivers, we sometime forget how close we are to the ocean.  From our marina landing by boat to the Atlantic and the outer sea islands – 12 miles.  From our doorstep to the beach at Tybee Island – 20 miles.

We had been cooped up in the house way too long.  We had begun to argue with TV newscasters.  We railed at the abundance of stupid people with stupid and uninformed ideas about our political, social, diplomatic, fill in the blank future.  We howled at the schmucks who wanted to make their agenda our agenda, their idea of morality our morality, their totally fucked view of the world our fucked up view of the world…….   You get the picture.  Two old farts in bathrobes and slippers ranting and raving and howling at the moon.  Not a pleasant sight when we looked in the mirror.  We had to get out amongst the hoi-poloi, connect with our fellow beings, get a bit of nature in.  We went to the beach.

 

Dafuskie Island and Hilton Head in the distance.

 It was good.  We got some air in our gills.  We saw some old friends.  Drank a few beers and relaxed.  It was the start of Tybee Island’s (affectionately known as the Red Necked Riviera) general foolishness BEACH BUM WEEKEND parade.  And yes, we continued to rail at the stupidity around us, but we were doing it at the beach.

NORTH BEACH GRILL

 

Gourmet Chef Mir behind the bar

LOCAL YOKEL STUFF - YOU BE THE JUDGE

Sporting the old Georgia flag with Confederate Flag intact

LAZARETTO CREEK

** Smokey in the movie FRIDAY

he's a cutie and we know it!

baby boy chaos is almost 3 months old!

hush, hush, hush

i don't ask for much, but...

i believe in the power of positive thinking.

i believe that our community of bloggers, our community of friends,

can and have marshaled wave upon wave of good vibes,


positive strength


and most of all


unconditional love when it's been needed to help a pal through difficult times.


i'm asking for that right now.


our best pal,

our BFF,

our traveling companion and all around good guy isn't well.


he needs your strength, your prayers, your positive thoughts right now,


 and so does his missus


and their children.





and so do we. 





 (the MITM comes home on sunday. i'll be back next week.)