Monday, January 16, 2017

What a day...

So yesterday morning, I got up and headed up north of Hammond to spend the day at a deer camp where a friend has a lease. Naturally I brought a few guns and several hundred rounds of ammunition and soon the hills flat woods were alive with the sound of music Garands and Uzis and .41 magnums. A good time was had by all, but the other hunters at the camp who enjoyed the show were soon grousing about a total absence of deer anywhere near the camp. Like that was my fault?

I hung out all day then came back in the evening to work a part-time gig I'd agreed to take on, namely working the door at a local club during a...young ladies' dance show. (Yep...that's what we'll call it.)

Hey--dog food and ammo are expensive, and it wouldn't be chivalrous to refuse a request for aid from damsels in distress, right? What would John Wayne say?

That ran until three or so and I got home and crashed for almost three whole hours before I had to get up and help with a National Day of Service project here in the neighborhood that had me taking college kids around to pick up trash and do yard work and home repairs for local seniors.

We got a lot done at the service day and I had a great time at the other two events, but by the time I got home again, I'd had three hours' sleep out of the last thirty.

Great time. Not a dull place at all, this Louisiana.

And no, I have no pics of either the guns or the side gig...such the pity.

9 comments:

  1. Let's see what's more interesting here pictures of the shooting foray or pictures of the damsel in distress or indiscretion.... hmmm....Bet it was a cool day...

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  2. Hammond gets a little hilly. For south of I-10 values of hilly...
    You're a gentleman and a scholar, devoting time to helping out young ladies trying to make a difference.

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  3. Heh. Did it involve wet t-shirts?

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    1. No, it was classier than that. And no one actually got naked--it was one of those "performance art" things that enlightened liberals are so fond of.

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  4. Soooo... Burning the candle at both ends AND the middle, eh? :-)

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    1. I just tossed the candle into the fireplace.

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  5. Sounds like you had fun and stayed safe!
    Good for you!

    gfa

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  6. Good to hear your relocation is agreeing with you!

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  7. Your short story is most unconventional. Normally, one has the elements of: Exposition, rising action, climax, falling action, resolution.

    Here we find Exposition - You're at deer camp. So far, so good. Rising action - firearms and ample ammunition. Next, we expect to read "The crack of the Ted Williams Model 100, across to the far side of the food plot, rang through the surrounding woods, shrouded in a light fog. In an instant,the carefully handloaded 160 grain Hornady Flex-tip, and the skill of the rifleman combined to set the stage for the finely honed Randall drop-point skinner to do its task."

    But no. Instead of terms like Igloo/Coleman cooler, 10# grinder, venison backstrap, and sausage, we get...dancing girls?

    Was I wrong to anticipate a denouement that included Murphy and Belle gleefully scarfing down trimming scraps, while you dined on a perfectly marinated and seared venison steak, enjoying a Southern libation?

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