Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Body Count '15 - #4 and #5

I got to the farm a few minutes early today, so I had the .223 ridin' shotgun and ready to rock. Good thing I did.

The first one went scurryin' back to his hole as I went whippin' into the driveway. I camped out for a few minutes, and sure enough, he poked his head back out a minute or two later. At 30 yards, that was all I needed to see.
 
On the next lap around, I caught another hog checkin' things out by the driveway. The result was purty much the same.
The .223 is four outta four so far this year. Wonder how long it'll take me to screw that up?

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Red again

After runnin' the new T-Bird with the matte black color last year, I decided it was time to go back to the ol' red and silver again.

Damn, I'm glad I did. I forgot how goddamned sexy that bike looks with the red on 'er. It's literally like havin' a brand new bike all over again.

It didn't come without a headache though. What was supposed to be a quick changeover to the red furniture and a fluid dump turned into an eight-hour major repair, as I quickly figgered out that the coolin' system was completely fucked. I wound up rippin' as much as I could off the old bike and slappin' it on the new bike (I love havin' a parts bike layin' around). It ain't perfect, but it's gotta be better than it was before.

The dude that I bought the bike from is lucky that I have an unhealthy attachment to T-birds, and that he lives so far away, because it's been a damned headache since day one.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Body Count '15 - #3

My first whistlepig with the new .17HMR... sure beats the hell outta the .22. Whereas a direct hit with the .22 allowed them to run back under the shed before they expired (thus causin' a week-long stink), this hog hit the dirt like she'd been whacked with a bag of nickels.

Lookin' forward to many, many more hogs with this beaut...

Monday, April 6, 2015

Harbingers of Spring

It's April.

It's beautiful out.

I have my pipe and a cold drink on the back porch.

My feet are up after a long day's work.

The O's won the opener.

I can smell the neighbor's grill and hear the local kids outside playin'.

Did I mention it's beautiful out?

As much as I enjoy the winter, I can get used to this.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Strutter

I wanted to do a little scoutin' for turkeys around the farm, so I made a few detours on the way home after the mornin' milkin' yesterday.

Lo and behold, I seen one struttin' his stuff just a mile from the farm, as the crow flies. He was about 400 yards off the road and had stopped struttin' by the time I got my phone's camera lined up with the binoculars to snap a picture.

Sure was nice to see one out and about. Made my mornin' right pleasant.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Beer and Hoppe's

I'm still recoverin' from a brutal stretch of work this weekend, so I slept in this mornin' and have laid low most of the afternoon. I have a pile of guns that need a good scrubbin', so I'm workin' my way through them.

A few weeks ago, I found a case of Wolaver's Coffee Porter on the clearance rack at a local suds shop. I gotta say, that was $20 well spent, as this stuff is much better than what the price tag implied. I gave half the case to a friend that was helpin' me with some electrickery stuff around the house, and I've been slowly makin' my way through the rest of it.

With a few nips of this stuff in my system, the ol' Hoppe's oil and solvent smell even better...

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Poor birds

If one was to spend any length of time in our humble abode, chances are they'd hear a rather stout "thump!" every now and again, sometimes a couple of 'em in an hour's time.

You guessed it. The local tweety-birds spend a ridiculous amount of time tryin' to take the shortcut through our window-heavy home. Seems like it's a bit worse with snow on the ground, which has been most of the last four months 'round these parts.

We've only had a few casualties that I've noticed, so it's more entertainin' than anything else, especially the tufts of feathers left on the windows and the mini snow-angels they leave in the drifts below the windows.