Thursday, December 9, 2010

Night tree work

Big dead limb cracked and was hanging precariously over the new truck, so I rigged a line to it and climbed the front tree with an electric pole saw near the power lines to remove it in the dark. Would cut until a neighbor drove up, wait until they went inside, then cut again in case the limb went all wonky on me and knocked out power on the block. No one saw me and the limb dropped and lowered precisely where I was aiming, didn't even touch the power line even though the end of the 20 foot branch was originally over the lines. Felt pretty good. But what felt best was hanging out, free climbed, into the tree with a polesaw in hand.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Afternoon tree job

From the tree job this Saturday. Two climbers with saws running make for interesting ground work.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Welcome to my nightmare

Will someone please explain to me why people still love this guy?

Even death can't stop him from ruining my weekend. . .

Monday, November 22, 2010

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Monday, November 1, 2010

Hunting time

Dave and I have taken up bowhunting. Got up early Saturday to head out to his neighbors woods, where Dave had a treestand and I set up upstream on the creek with the view shown below. After an hour and a half, we spotted four deer. They wandered just out of firing range. Have to say I liked being out in the woods in the cold, alert and waiting for the chance to strike. Have to go more often. Next time I'll teach the squirrels a lesson for yelling at me. . .

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Bow ready

Installed the fiber optic sight and arrow rest. Awaiting receipt of the custom carbon arrows.

Deer beware!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

LP induced musings

"God bless us everyone we were broken people living under loaded gun.
Now it can't be outfought, it can't outdone, it can't be outmatched, it can't be outrun."

It seems to me that a lot of us aren't too happy with our situation. Maybe it's immaturity, an unwillingness to accept our fate, or an awakening from all the lies we've been sold our whole lives. But I'm finding that I, like many people around me, are throwing into question the meaning of their existence and the path our environment has forced upon us. If not the meaning, then the consequences, whether they be personal or general in nature. Look at yourself, where you are, what you're doing?. Can you say that you are satisfied? Is it wisdom, faith, or the erosion of time that makes the older generation seem more content. I suppose we have a lot to be thankful for, but does that mean you should maintain the status quo?

What is happening to reason?

"God save us everyone we'll be burned inside the fires of a thousand suns, for the sins of our hands, the sins of our tongue, the sins of our father, the sins of our young."

People don't like to concede the obvious, particularly if it means that something fundamental in their lives must change. People are creatures of bad habit, happy to continue even the most ignorant and illogical behavior as long as it is comfortable and familiar. They will ride the pendulum to the very extreme, swinging further and further, laughing all the way, until the whole system crashes without ever even trying to understand why. Our history is rife with the consequences of mass ignorance.

The only question that remains is when the pendulum breaks again, will you be frightened or ecstatic?

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Back to reality

Well, the Achilles injury this year was way worse than last year's ankle injury.  It cost me four months of running and forced me to do elliptical instead.  Tried a short run in June and the Achilles was still injured.  Finally, I timidly tried out a slow, short run today to test it out and so far no pain.

 

Going to re-institute a slow running program to ease back in to running starting today.  New goal for the year:  300 miles as 4 months of downtime cost me roughly 200 miles of running this year.

 

Wish me luck!

 

Progress and info to date shown below:

The fire rises

wow.