Not too bad

It took 10 shots to shot the scope in.
It needs some fine tuning, but it's not too bad at 200 yards.

I need a desk job…

Tomorrow morning, I am going to get minor surgery, removing debris from my eyes. This is something I have all but grown accustomed to. This would be my forth time, but who’s counting. This time is different, considering I have stuff in both eyes this time. Focusing on my monitor as I type is a challenge.

I am only one of 2 people in our shop who are certified to ASME Pressure Vessel codes, so when it is applicable, I must design, build and weld these, what I choose to call, water tanks. While I was cutting into a weld that may not have been acceptable, the grinding wheel exploded. Although my safety glasses were in check, I was not wearing my full-face shield and some pieces emended themselves into my eyes.

My 20-20+ vision is, yet again, under attack, through my own dumb fault.

Please wish me luck.

A new toy

Fall is in the air, and with it comes the thought of rifle season, hunting the ever-elusive white tail deer. There are those that do not understand why I choose to hunt. They also may not understand the peace I find in it, along with the sudden excitement as well. Coming home without a kill is worth every minute of my day. Every single hour I spend in the field makes life just a little easier. When on the hill, we communicate via hand held radios, so although cell phones are taken along, they are turned off and only used to “check in”. No deadlines, no bitching, no bullshit, no kids (except for a teenager or two), no stupid questions, no stupid answers, no expectations, no worries, no rushing, no issues whatsoever. Plus, you really need to taste my venison bologna, it rocks.

To celebrate this freedom from hard work, long hours, kids fighting, grown-up’s arguing and everything that comes with daily life, I got myself a new toy, a Savage Model 111F .30-06. Sweet, I can’t wait to shoot it in.

Better luck next time

You gota read this. All that pain for only 4 inces?

Doing some house cleaning

I'm changing my blog around a bit. (not that anyone reads it anyway) The links will be back soon.


I’m feeling a bit down in the dumps. I have myself convinced that I am a total moron. Everything I say is stupid, everything I do is dumb and I deserve any pain I receive. Life just seems to get just a little worse day-by-day.

My dog had his first ever seizure this evening. Knowing dogs as I do, it was most likely epileptic. He was laying here beside me when his back legs started to shake. He set up and looked at his ass end, almost like he was saying “what the hell?”. Then his front legs started. Soon he was pedaling uncontrollably, like a 95-pound fish out of water. He had stopped breathing and started foaming at the mouth profusely. I called into the bedroom for my wife to help, as I reached to open his mouth, making sure he had not swallowed his tongue. Another mistake. Moments later the shaking stopped and he slowly became lucid again. Just freaking great. My son was scared out of his mind, poor little guy. He had to watch another dog die a few years ago.

So anyway, I am changing my blog to fit my life. Hopefully it will not become as sad as I am.

Just another reason why the human race is doomed.

Guy has strange life growing up; lives with 3 generations in his house of oddities…

Guy (unfortunately through me in high school) meets girl as strange…

Guy gets girl pregnant, marries and has another child…

Guy works hard at his lower wage warehouse job…

Guy gets a chance to get a new job with better pay (again, my fault)…

Guy gets fired from job…

Guy gets divorced…

Guy’s ex decides to better herself by going to college, fixing her teeth, becoming a professional…

I get a call a year of two later from a credit agency. Apparently Guy’s ex put me down, as a reference for her student loan that went into default…

Guy remarries to someone with even more issues, even worse teeth and even more smutty (yes, there is a hell)…

So does Guy’s ex.

Guy can be found through out years going to his new wife’s kid’s sporting events, while his own is doing whatever…

Guy apparently makes piece with his ex and her now husband…

Guy can be found on almost any given Friday at one particular bar, well after midnight…

Guy’s newest slut (oops, I mean wife) can also be found there, displaying her lack of a body to anyone who will watch…

Guy all but encourages friends to play with his new wife, as she puts herself on display for the usual crowd…

(wait, it gets better)

Guy is found in same bar, with same crown, in same situation, now with his ex and his ex’s husband performing this same pathetic ritual…

Guy’s ex’s husband said to me, during the slut-fest, about his wife who is showing herself in a display much like guy’s current wife; “Go ahead, feel her up”…

(Now keep in mind that I have known this girl since high school)…

I said, “No thanks man"…

Guy’s ex’s husband said “come on man, look at these. You know you want to feel them”. Guy’s ex said nothing, as she looked straight into my eyes, as on command…

I said to myself the following: Here is Guy, his wife, his ex, his ex’s husband, all doing the same damn thing, in one little ‘whatever- fest’…

Hey, all these people are parents….
I need to move!!!

not too clever title goes here...

Just say hi will ya?

Why my crew respects me.

Why my crew respects me

When I first took on a supervisory position, I was told that I could not, and I quote “take part in the games”. I have always been known to have a little fun. Being a supervisor of a very rough, tough and young group of people can be trying at times. The last thing I want is to be looked at by them as some hard ass; constantly making them toe the line. Yet, I don’t want to be a pushover either. Trying to find a happy medium is a bit challenging, but it can be done.

We just shipped another HUGE project, leaving the shop all but empty. Although the work on the books seems like it has so end, turnover times like this can quickly send a crew into trouble. After all, when you ask them to work their ass off for weeks at a time, then they watch a job become, what we call ‘out-a-here’, everyone thinks it’s Miller Time. Little to they realize, as they should, that a plethora of work is awaiting, already behind schedule.

So, keeping this in mind, I sometimes try to find ways to keep in step with them, making sure I have not become this always bearer of bad news. How? Well, I sit back and think of the shit that used to get me into trouble when I was a kid; the stuff that our parents would have shit a brick of they knew we were doing. Then, send a subtle hint to someone, waiting for the evolution of an idea. Long behold, the latest and not so greatest fly killer…






Sometimes I can’t believe I let shit like this go on.

The next gun I am buying

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6750458630308006678&q=shotgun&hl=en

Just another adjustment

"Labor Day differs in every essential way from the other holidays of the year in any country. All other holidays are in a more or less degree connected with conflicts and battles of man's prowess over man, of strife and discord for greed and power, of glories achieved by one nation over another. Labor Day...is devoted to no man, living or dead, to no sect, race, or nation."
Samuel Gompers, founder and longtime president of the American Federation of Labor.


Although I was brought up in the city, assuming this pathetic place I live still maintains such status, my father and I always had one thing in common, hunting "the pursuit and killing or capture of wild animals regarded as a sport". That was many years ago and the only hunting I get to enjoy these days is the first few days of deer season. I have four 12-guage shot guns, three pumps and one single shot. The only time these babies even get out of the cabinet anymore is for our annual pigeon shoot (skeet shoot) at our cabin. As I have said before, this is a big event for the residents of the ‘road’, but this year would be much different than ever before.

The field behind our cabin was flooded with over 4 inches of rainwater. The leftovers from the tropical storm had made it’s mark all around us. Early Sunday morning we had to change plans, and fast. The shoot was at 11AM and we had no place to go. With little else to do, we entered into plan “w”. (yea, trust me, we started with “a”). Shooting over Penns Creek, turned a small river at this point, in an area with limited real estate was the best option short of canceling the whole deal.

The following video is of round two, the only round I shot well in. Although I could have done much better, I still took 3rd place.