More Proof that Central Planning is Evil!

Pure beauty, pure art, pure imagination, pure effort.



This- this RIGHT HERE-



is why I HATE collectivism, central planning, tyranny, all outlooks that DARE to PRESUME to decide ANYTHING for ANYONE. What master, what leader, what bureaucrat, what smartest person in the world who knows what's best for others, could have imagined this???

Presidents Bush or Obama? Hilary Clinton or Paul Krugman? They can't even run their own $%^&* pantries!

Go, liberty!

First Day Cubhunting 2011-12 Season...

All RIGHT! It's about time, I have been developing vices.

Morning temperature in the fifties, cloudy, humid. Looked like a good scenting day for the OHH.

Let's go, girls and boys, ladies and gentlemen! (Remember if you click on a picture it gets much larger!)




This is about half the field!



Up the road a way, lurking with a temporarily horseless whipper in and a cereal heiress.




I might add, a charming, also HARSH and COLD whipper in. More on that another time...

So anyway, due to a fortunate technical foulup- wait, I meant fortuitous- he had no radio! It was like 2001! Or 1801 for that matter, all we had were our eyes and ears!

And surely enough, from behind us- the opposite direction from the planned draw- we heard- well, something. Coming from this ridge:



Yard dogs? Well it sounds like hounds, but, not really. Not right sounding, but dwelling, back and forth in the same area. Sounded like only a few voices but the same ones, and it is cubhunting after all. Too weak for a deer breakout, and these hounds are pretty well not a problem that way. Not enthusiastic enough for a bobcat. Possum? Random feral cat? Biscuit?

I forgot- Turkeys. Woods are full of them!

Well that was about all the excitement I heard for a long while. The other people with me went in search, and I disciplined myself to stay. Yes, I am resolved this season to try to break myself of haring off and of thinking. May as well try to control one vice...

So I tried to dope it out, and eventually did. There was cellular telephone usage, but I was already going there anyway.


Pretty day to be out...




and to whip in.




Hounds did try, but no game to run.




The end.