A Self-Proclaimed Existence

I

need to go to bed.
I'm getting up at 4 a.m.

Today was the 20th anniversary of my first hunt ever.

posted by Rusty @ 8:31 PM Comments: 1

Tests.

I'm not fond of them anymore.

Granted, I'm not sure that anyone is really fond of tests or exams, but I used to be fairly indifferent to them. Now...I'm not a fan of them at all. I have a test tomorrow for my History of Wichita class, which is all essay. I'm feeling pretty decent about this test though, which is usually a bad thing. When I feel good after taking a test, I usually bomb in a bad way. Good before? That could be either/or.

I guess we'll find out on Monday after tomorrow.

posted by Rusty @ 8:23 PM Comments: 0

I was

15 when my sister was born today.
I remember the day because I didn't have school during the day. If memory serves me correctly, my dad and I had been hunting during the day. I remember that it was coldish, but I can't remember if we actually got anything.
We got home and there was a bag packed by the door. Mom said the doctor said it would be anytime in the next 24-48 hours. I was excited because I would be having a sibling in the future.
That evening, Dad and I went to Yost Center to watch Wichita's attempt at a pro basketball team scrimmage. Mom told Dad to check in at halftime, just in case. Dad told me, if I didn't see him after the game, to call my grandmother to be picked up.
During the halftime, Dad called Mom and she told him that it was time.

"Can I stay and watch the slam dunk competition?" he asked her.
She said yes, and then he left. At 12:04 a.m. Wendy was born and I had a sister.

Happy Birthday Fish!

posted by Rusty @ 8:01 PM Comments: 0

I did it!

I got the stupid pot clean from yesterday!

posted by Rusty @ 9:02 PM Comments: 0

My craving

I had a craving for my jambalaya from scratch. I finally talked myself into making it and so I set upon my task of cutting ham, sausage and chicken and browning those while chopping and dicing veggies.
I was cruising along enjoying the smells emanating from my pot, and had reached the stage of bringing it to a boil. That's when I stepped away for a second.
And I learned something valuable.
When I watch and hover around my cooking stuffs, it always takes way too long for the appropriate action to take place. The moment I step away, the action springs to life. This time, my boil became a rolling, thundering boil which promptly burned the bottom of my concoction, contaminating my wonderful food.
I was pissed.

Oh well, I'll get it next time.

posted by Rusty @ 8:12 PM Comments: 0

This week

is going to drag by at times.
It always does when you're looking forward to something. My something is going hunting out west where the land hasn't been hunted. According to our host, we'll be the first people on it and I'm excited about that.
Of course, I'm sure I won't have details about when we're leaving or where we're meeting until Friday because my dad's Only Friend is in charge, but I don't care. All I know is that I just want to be out and about.
Kind of like today, except, I didn't see anything but deer. And lots of deer at that. I bet I saw 25 this morning, all in the middle of fields in the early to early mid-morning. That almost makes me want to hunt deer.

posted by Rusty @ 5:47 PM Comments: 0

I hate it

when my alarm doesn't go off.

I know I set it right, I think....oh well. I'll try again tomorrow.

posted by Rusty @ 7:42 PM Comments: 0

Dammit

He tore it.

One of our two, true big men went down. Nate, a 6'8" freshman was just turning the corner too. I could see the fire in his eyes after he got a technical foul and responded with two dunks. Coming down the lane, Nate saw a seam in the zone and jumped past two defenders. He was a little out of control when he planted his left foot and his body didn't stop. The twist was sickening and the look of agony and the scream as he fell into a heap on the floor, said all that needed to be said.

His ACL and something else is torn and he's done for the season.

posted by Rusty @ 8:34 PM Comments: 0

Is it tomorrow

already?
I'm ready for the weekend. We're going hunting and it's supposed to be a little cooler.
Finally.

On that note, i'm off to the land of dreams.

posted by Rusty @ 9:41 PM Comments: 0

The Review

The jury is still out on how my senior portfolio review went.
We were supposed to allow 20-25 minutes for this review, but my review took 13 minutes. I'm not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing. They asked me to take them through my portfolio and I did, but it seemed like it flew by, which it did. However they said I had a leg up because I had published stuff in a professional newspaper, over some students who don't have the background I have.

All I know, is that I have a week before I know. I hate waiting sometimes.

posted by Rusty @ 6:51 PM Comments: 0

Yes,

I'm still bitching about the warmth.

This rant/bitch/whine is directed at the warmth and how the temp made me hack and gag. Well, more gag than hack. Since, there's not really a good way of disposing of carcasses of pheasants, (unlike fish where we drive out and dump the guts in the creek to feed the turtles) I usually tie them up in a plastic bag and put them in the trash.

Thanks to the warm weather, the decomposition process has been sped up and there is a fowl (heh) odor emanating from our receptacle. The lid was closed and I could still smell it.

Good thing, the garbage men come tomorrow.

posted by Rusty @ 1:58 PM Comments: 0

Seriously

Can we turn down the heat a little bit? I'm sick to death of this crappy warm fall weather.
There are birds to kill. Well....there are birds to be shot at.

I'm using my blog to get my juices running for writing two quick articles for the paper tonight. Hopefully, people have been swinging by to check things out since I'm NaBloPoMoing. I think that's a word too!

on that note, i'm off to work.

posted by Rusty @ 8:41 PM Comments: 0

Thank you mama nature

Unfortunately, Mother Nature's idea of funny, is to tease me with cold temperatures a week before the season starts, then drop mid-70s on me during Opening Weekend.

Despite her twisted sense of humor, the day dawned clear and almost crisp. Not a breath of wind to be felt anywhere, a fact I later wished was not true. There were only 7 of us to hunt Joe's ground which is a draw that runs for a half of a mile and is the CRP style of grass. To make matters worse, we had no dog, because Danny didn't show up.

No matter, we went ahead and walked it anyways, staying on the western edge. I had my doubts about how many birds we would see with such a small group in such heavy cover. The first rooster broke, surprising all of us as it flew to freedom. A little while later, the second rooster of the day exploded out of the grass, his squawking ending as he folded up in the heavy grass in the echo of the gunfire.

The next two roosters that flushed were too close to me as I broke both of them down, and we were able to find them. There's nothing like having that feeling of two birds in the gamebag sitting just above your butt. However, later in that patch, I got tired of carrying the extra weight.
The next four roosters that flushed and that were brought down, were not found as we had no dog and the cover was over my 6 foot frame.

We ambushed another rooster on the road as his last meal was gravel. Then we hunted a small patch of milo where the unthinkable happened. Some quail **** ** *** ***** ** *** *** *** flew away because we let them go as it's not quail season until next weekend. We ambushed another rooster and I buckled yet a third, but the sucker wouldn't go down.

The party walked one more patch of ground that was so tall, thick and overgrown by the end of it, all of us had weaseled our way out of it. It was too thick and that stuff even did me in. Thanks to that patch, after I cleaned the three roosters, I proceeded to nap. My two-hour nap was filled with horrible cramps in my legs.

Then I called the opening game of the season for basketball which was an 89-77 win. Saturday was good.

posted by Rusty @ 6:03 AM Comments: 0

I'm getting tired

I am.
It's been a busy day. Welcome to anyone cruising my rantings and whispers from NaBloPoMo. I'll have to write a long update tomorrow about Opening Day, the attack of the Cramp Monster and the basketball game.

Oh and the horribly warm weather.

As for now, it's food time at 10:05 p.m.

posted by Rusty @ 8:04 PM Comments: 0