Some Sunday night observations…
Fun With Pheasants
Fantastic fall day, really fantastic! Like mid 60’s or so. I spent the day with the cousin and the Dinner Club buddy chasing pheasants down in southern Minnesota. Of course, ya can’t please everyone, it was after all, too hot for the dogs. Still we managed to flush about 10 birds. For all that we took home 4. Weak.
We also some issues with birds running. For some reason today was not a fly day, it was a run through the weeds kind of day. Frustrating to see the dogs chasing birds in the brush. Anther thing, this is my last trip hunting upland birds over labs, I love labs for ducks, for upland game? Well you can give me a pointer ANY stinking day, those stupid dogs were 300 yards ahead of us most of the time. I KNOW we walked past birds. Plus when you see a bird get flushed from 300 years… Ok lookie, there’s another one, is that a rooster or a hen? Shit I can’t even tell if it’s a pheasant this far away… Still you can’t have a bad day when it’s this nice out and you’re out-of-doors. Nothing like a nice walk in a field on a great fall day. One other fly in the ointment, my shooting, usually pretty darn good, sucked today. I missed two birds I should have hit. On the skeet range I was pathetic. Luckily, so was everyone else.
A Marital Observation
Here’s an observation. When your married, funny how there’s a relationship between how much grief you get from your spouse and how much she likes the people you’re with. As it happened, she really likes the guys I was out with today and as a result, we had this rather unexpected conversation….
I’m out there walking the field and I start thinking about my beloved. The women whom I told we’d be back at, oh about 3:00 or so. At the time it was 3:15 or so. That’s about when my phone rang. That got some looks. Three guys walking across a field with shotguns, a fourth managing the labs that at the time were in the next f’n county. Imagine the looks when I actually answered the phone.
“Yes dear” (four collective eye rolls and everyone stops walking…)
“Sank, where are you? Are you almost home?”
“Um, we’re not even almost to the car yeat dear, forget home.”
“what? You’re supposed to be home soon where are you..”
“We’re still in the field.”
“In the field? I thought you were shooting skeet, you’re hunting? Jeez Sank why in the hell did you answer the phone? What ever, well I guess you won’t be home for a couple hours or so, I’ll start dinner later. Have fun! See ya.’
Whoa, someone has taken over my wife, this isn’t her!
Reminds me of when I was in California. I wasted a TON of time on the golf course. If I was golfing with friends, especially ones the LC wasn’t fond of, golf was a waste of time. If I was out with her father, not a problem! I think I could have visited a bordello with her dad, and the response would have been, “have fun…”
Giggs- The only candidate with NO agenda!
The campaign to draft Giggs (my dog) for mayor has picked up four more votes today! Taking with friends the subject of the mayoral race came up and again the friend was concerned about who to vote for? The spitter or the nutcase? I offered a third way and they jumped on it. Too bad I didn’t start this earlier. We could have had a campaign platform like,
- No uncovered toilets in town,
- Garbage should be left on curb at all times.
- More fire hydrants.
- Eliminate dog licenses
- Surtax on cats
- Eliminate leash laws, poop laws and the city pound.
The Mayor can’t come to phone, he naps all afternoon. If you aren’t going eat that Councilman, the Mayor would like it! Can the Mayor sniff your hand? He needs to see if he likes you.
So, when the Dinner Club guy left the house this evening? “Bye all”, looks at the dog, “See ya Mayor!”. Remember, write in Giggs.
ViQueens
How freak’n bad are the Vikings? 3 to 9 to the 49ers of all team? That’s about as bad as it gets. I think Patrick Russie is right, Childress might need to go.
Mike and the Battling Hatch Sisters
Over the week we got to hear that Mike Hatch, gubernatorial candidate from the Democratic side call a reporter a “republican whore”. I hate to say “I told ya” na don’t kid youself, there’s little I like more than saying “Told ya” and “I was right, what was that? Right? Me? Right…” I told you he had a bad temper. Hell those two girls of his who got busted in Chicago a couple years ago for being 1) drunk and 2) screaming obscenities at the police and 3) kicking out the back window of the police car, with handcuffs on? Where do learn that sort of behavior I wonder… What I could never figure out was, how did they get off with nuthin? Didn’t have anything to do with a father who is the Attorney General of the State of Minnesota would it? Even though the state of Minnesota has less people than Cook County, it might mean something. Or not.
Couple Blog Free Days
No blogging, probably until after the election. Tomorrow night I’ll be in Amery WI enjoying the sordid musical tales of Maine’s native son Gordon Bok. Seafaring songs about fisherman and shipwrecks. Tuesday is election night and I’ve been invited to a couple different events. Should be fun, I’m sure I’ll have things to blog about!
