quit looking at me like i'm smooth jazz....
I'm back y'all! Being out of touch from the world was interesting... no internet, but I did have crackberry coverage or I may have lost it. It was a great trip, heading out to Colorado always makes me wonder why I'm not closer to the mountains and makes me recall my days of long backcountry weekends with my dogs. I hear them calling, but not sure I can give up my ATX life. Sager, how'd you do it? (BTW J, it's all love here!)Have you ever been hunting? It ahs been quite awhile for me, but I was game for at least walking with the hunters. Western Kansas (Hoxie to be exact) was my weekend destination for PhezPhest, an annual event for my wife's side of the family. Pheasant hunting in the morning and music/beer all night. All in all it was a blast (har har, funny) and I was particularly happy during the amatuer night music on Friday. I got to sing Robert Earl Keen to my hearts content and selected Terry Allen classics like 'Truck Load of Art' and 'Hard Amarillo Highway'. I used to hunt dove every once in a while and would shoot whatever my Grandfather was paying for (squirrels, crows, yellow hammers, and once a mocking bird), but I've never been a big time 'killer' since ~1983.... well, other than a lady killer! booya!
My biggest pleasure was the dogs, there is something about hunting dogs working the fields that I really dig ( I do have 2 labradors ). There were a few really good dogs and 1 really bad one out there this weekend. I felt bad for the bad dog for a number of reasons... 1. she was just 1 year old 2. she was excited and it was the first hunt 3. most tragic, she had a really bad owner who had no f'n idea what he was doing. Then there was Lou, she was a good old dog with 10 years and countless hunts under her collar. She knew how to work the field and gave everything she had out there and provided the 'field and stream' shot of the trip.
posted by the jesus @ 9:25 PM
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