I've been sicker than a bag fulla assholes, busy at work, and the whole family is in town... hence the reason for my lack of posts. I'm sure my readers are distraught, all three of ya.
I'll pick it up a bit next week, I promise.
In the meantime, one of my favorites... makes my skin crawl every time I listen to it.
Can't find a date on this, but it was recorded live with Verlon Thompson at The Cactus Cafe, Austin, Texas. From '09's Somedays the Song Writes You.
I hunt animals, wreck bikes, eat weird things,
drink good beer and bitch about society
for your entertainment pleasure.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Friday, December 23, 2011
Friday Honky-tonk
A new segment... My Christmas gift to y'all.
Live track was recorded 19 May, 2011 at the KEXP (90.3 FM) Studios, Seattle. From '11's KMAG YOYO (& Other American Stories).
Live track was recorded 19 May, 2011 at the KEXP (90.3 FM) Studios, Seattle. From '11's KMAG YOYO (& Other American Stories).
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Who boos Santa? We do.
Here's a good read on a long-told tale from Philly. I'm not a superfan, by any stretch of the imagination, but I'll always follow my team through good times and bad. As my friend on the Main Line can attest, that's what bein' an "Iggles" fan is all about.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Full drop-rack buck
Droptines are cool.
Drop racks? Damn, son.
Read about this Michigan goofball here. Awesome buck and a cool story.
Drop racks? Damn, son.
Read about this Michigan goofball here. Awesome buck and a cool story.
Wednesday Grind
Any metalhead knows who does it better, but I gotta give KSE their due for pullin' off a pretty solid cover...
Dio's version recorded live, 22 October, 2005 in London. Originally released on '83's album of the same name.
KSE's version recorded live, 10 June, 2007 at the Download Festival in Leicestershire; Originally released on '07's As Daylight Dies.
And just for kicks and grins, in case you haven't seen them, I'm posting the original music videos as well because they're both hilarious...
Horns Up! \m/ \m/
Dio's version recorded live, 22 October, 2005 in London. Originally released on '83's album of the same name.
KSE's version recorded live, 10 June, 2007 at the Download Festival in Leicestershire; Originally released on '07's As Daylight Dies.
And just for kicks and grins, in case you haven't seen them, I'm posting the original music videos as well because they're both hilarious...
Horns Up! \m/ \m/
Monday, December 19, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
Bradford County Bucks, 2011
Take a look at some of these pictures.... this is just a sample of the quality huntin' we have in NEPA. A buncha these bucks were taken either by our group, or a stone's throw away from where our group hunts.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Wednesday Grind
From '98's Inquisition Symphony. Live track is from the 2001 DVD Live, recorded in Munich 24 October, 2001.
Little bit of a slower grind, but still good stuff. Who else can rock out that hard to a cello?
Horns Up! \m/ \m/
Six steps to meaty bliss
1. Whack a big fat buck (or doe, as the case usually is for me).
2. Cut that sumbitch up and make all the big pieces into little pieces.
3. Find all of the good, lean hindquarter meat, trim the junk off, slice it into 1/4" strips (across the grain), and marinate it in this for 24-48 hours.
4. Load up the dehydrator. Try not to let your mouth foam all over the meat.
5. Cook on high (about 150°) for eight hours, give or take a few. (Warning: Simply walking into your kitchen, if not your house, will induce automatic salivation for several days after this procedure.)
6. Remove the jerky from the dehydrator (eat a few pieces.... yaknow, for quality control), bag it up (eat a few more pieces), clean your mess up (eat a few more pieces just for good measure), throw the bag in the fridge (grab another piece for the road) and enjoy!
This is the first time I've made deer jerky. I gotta say, the recipe was fool-proof and this could very well be the best damn deer jerky I've ever had. I've let a buncha people try it and everyone loves it. I'll definitely make a batch of this every year now.
2. Cut that sumbitch up and make all the big pieces into little pieces.
3. Find all of the good, lean hindquarter meat, trim the junk off, slice it into 1/4" strips (across the grain), and marinate it in this for 24-48 hours.
4. Load up the dehydrator. Try not to let your mouth foam all over the meat.
5. Cook on high (about 150°) for eight hours, give or take a few. (Warning: Simply walking into your kitchen, if not your house, will induce automatic salivation for several days after this procedure.)
6. Remove the jerky from the dehydrator (eat a few pieces.... yaknow, for quality control), bag it up (eat a few more pieces), clean your mess up (eat a few more pieces just for good measure), throw the bag in the fridge (grab another piece for the road) and enjoy!
This is the first time I've made deer jerky. I gotta say, the recipe was fool-proof and this could very well be the best damn deer jerky I've ever had. I've let a buncha people try it and everyone loves it. I'll definitely make a batch of this every year now.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
.700 WTF - A new reason to live
It ain't the biggest.
It ain't the baddest.
But it's pretty damn badass.
Seriously... most rifles with a caliber this large require a bipod or a tank to use them. Oh, but not the .700 WTF rifle.
This can only be described as a gun nut's wet dream come true. Check it out for yourself, and make sure you watch the video all the way through.
CharlieDelta, in case you're wonderin', you're the first one I thought of when I saw this.
It ain't the baddest.
But it's pretty damn badass.
Seriously... most rifles with a caliber this large require a bipod or a tank to use them. Oh, but not the .700 WTF rifle.
This can only be described as a gun nut's wet dream come true. Check it out for yourself, and make sure you watch the video all the way through.
CharlieDelta, in case you're wonderin', you're the first one I thought of when I saw this.
Friday, December 9, 2011
New Oxford's Angels - Follow up
When things like this happen, a community wrapped in disconnect can join together and do amazing things. It doesn't take away the sting of the tragedy, but it brings the community closer and helps out the families who need so much support.
Most notably, a local businessman who put all his children through New Oxford High school donated 100% of his restaurant's profits on Thursday night. It was initially supposed to be from 5-7pm; he kept it going until they ran out of food. Other businesses have followed suit.
Folks who didn't even know the victims have created projects such as stickers and ribbon angel ornaments to sell, all to benefit the families.
Multiple candlelight vigils have been held.
Friends of the victims have written a song.
The school's wood shop teacher used a borrowed router and, with the help of students, created several wooden plaques for the families and one for the crash site.
I write this as one of the victims, Chelsea McFalls, is being committed to earth. The Mass for Diego Aguilar and Anthony Campos was this morning; Oscar Banda's Mass will be this evening and Casey Sheridan's Mass will be tomorrow morning. With the support of the community, hopefully their families will find peace and that their scars can slowly begin to heal.
Most notably, a local businessman who put all his children through New Oxford High school donated 100% of his restaurant's profits on Thursday night. It was initially supposed to be from 5-7pm; he kept it going until they ran out of food. Other businesses have followed suit.
Folks who didn't even know the victims have created projects such as stickers and ribbon angel ornaments to sell, all to benefit the families.
Multiple candlelight vigils have been held.
Friends of the victims have written a song.
The school's wood shop teacher used a borrowed router and, with the help of students, created several wooden plaques for the families and one for the crash site.
I write this as one of the victims, Chelsea McFalls, is being committed to earth. The Mass for Diego Aguilar and Anthony Campos was this morning; Oscar Banda's Mass will be this evening and Casey Sheridan's Mass will be tomorrow morning. With the support of the community, hopefully their families will find peace and that their scars can slowly begin to heal.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Da Turty-Point Doe?
It's true. Look at this goofy bitch...
That'd be one helluva buck to kill. To whack an antlered doe like that is somethin' else. I'm purty sure I'd be gettin' a full-body stuff job on that one.
Olney, Ill. — A true “freak of nature” was taken west of West Salem during the second shotgun season over the weekend.
Richard Lomas, a farmhand for George Knackmuhs, shot this 30-point doe on the late Richard Knackmuhs Farm.
The deer, which features a non-typical rack, a drop antler still in velvet and no evidence of male genitalia, also does not appear to have ever given birth.
Locals estimate the deer to be about 4-5 years old.
That'd be one helluva buck to kill. To whack an antlered doe like that is somethin' else. I'm purty sure I'd be gettin' a full-body stuff job on that one.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Wednesday Grind
I'm lazy and don't feel like typin', so I'll point y'all to Wikipedia for the extensive background on this song. This track's from '02' DVD Rude Awakening.
Horns Up! \m/ \m/
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Hail to thee, our Alma Mater...
My community suffered a terrible blow last night. Five teenagers who had just left school for the day were killed in a horrific accident, just several hundred yards away from the home where I grew up.
Nobody really knows just what happened yet, but the fact of the matter is that these are kids that my little brother went to school with; brothers, sisters and cousins of kids that I went to school with. New Oxford is your typical Small Town, USA, where your school and community mean a lot to everyone. This is the kind of hurt that everyone in the area feels.
The bad thing is that it happens to almost every high school class in America... this kind of situation brings back vivid memories of some of my friends and classmates who left us too early. To lose five at once is a different kind of pain.
Things are gonna be kinda rough around here for awhile.
Nobody really knows just what happened yet, but the fact of the matter is that these are kids that my little brother went to school with; brothers, sisters and cousins of kids that I went to school with. New Oxford is your typical Small Town, USA, where your school and community mean a lot to everyone. This is the kind of hurt that everyone in the area feels.
The bad thing is that it happens to almost every high school class in America... this kind of situation brings back vivid memories of some of my friends and classmates who left us too early. To lose five at once is a different kind of pain.
Things are gonna be kinda rough around here for awhile.
Monday, December 5, 2011
More deer, more bucks
Finally gettin' my hands on some pictures from the last week, in addition to more success from the weekend. Matt got a big ol' warrior in Huntingdon County on Friday... all scarred up and broken off. On Saturday, I whacked another doe for one of my farmers upstate... a big, fat doe that spent way too much time eatin' his corn, so he was pretty happy. My buddy Mike took his second buck ever, a Bradford County five-point on heavily-hunted public land. Cousin Nate whacked a humongous doe, and as always there were a buncha misses and lots of good stories.
I also got my hands on some other pictures from the previous week...
Still another week to go, so hopefully there'll be more to post!
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| Matt's buck... look at the scars. This buck pounded lots of doe ass, and fought for all of it. |
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| Mike's first Bradford County buck, a public land 5-point. |
I also got my hands on some other pictures from the previous week...
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| Uncle Bill's opening day 8-point |
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| My buddy and co-worker Brett whacked this huge York County 9-point on the opener as well. |
Friday, December 2, 2011
Grind make-up (again)
I swear, between deer season and the holidays, I'm just gittin' dumber. I promise that one of these days I'll get my shit together and the Grind will return to its regular Wednesday slot.
In the meantime, I haven't done Maiden in a while...
From 2000's album of the same name. Live track is from the Death on the Road DVD, filmed from Westfalenhalle, Dortmund, Germany, on 24 November 2003 during the band's Dance of Death Tour.
I may have mentioned before that seein' Maiden live with my ol' man and brothers is a bucket list item. If their DVDs are any indication, their live shows must be fuckin' amazin'.
Horns Up! \w/ \w/
In the meantime, I haven't done Maiden in a while...
From 2000's album of the same name. Live track is from the Death on the Road DVD, filmed from Westfalenhalle, Dortmund, Germany, on 24 November 2003 during the band's Dance of Death Tour.
I may have mentioned before that seein' Maiden live with my ol' man and brothers is a bucket list item. If their DVDs are any indication, their live shows must be fuckin' amazin'.
Horns Up! \w/ \w/
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Deer Camp - A great read!
Please take a few minutes to visit my friend on the Main Line and read this fantastic story.
With most of my readin' bein' news, political or informational in nature, I've learned to put up a pretty thick wall between my readin' and my emotions. This read, however, busted right through that wall and set me back to reminiscin' back to the good ol' days...
Our deer camp used to be an old trailer with no electric or runnin' water, somewhere in the hills of Huntingdon County. It was set back up in the woods a few hundred yards back off the hard road, and if you were goin' too fast you'd miss the lane.
We'd always hunt on the Eastern Shore of Maryland on the Saturday after Thanksgiving, then we'd head to the PA camp. Dad had no stake in the camp, but it was owned by family friends from Maryland and we were always made more than welcome.
We'd arrive in the daylight on Sunday, and we'd set about gettin' things situated around camp. The few that hunted the lands around the camp would go check on their stands. The rest of us hunted a nearby mountain, so we'd work on stackin' wood for the stove and other busywork. Anyone that felt it was needed would climb up on the porch and throw a few rounds at a pie plate on a tree about 40 yards off. The boys from Maryland always had somethin' exotic layin' around to eat. I remember eatin' shark, mountain lion, elk, moose and caribou in addition to good ol' fashioned venison. I'd usually wind up explorin' the stack of ol' Playboys in the corner, which was nothin' short of a goldmine to a 12-year-old.
As the sun went down, the gas lights would come on and the wood stove would be fired up. Since I was the pup of the group, or Camp Bitch as I was commonly referred to, I'd get out the mustard, ham and bread and set to makin' a few dozen sandwiches. The old guys would settle under the old Budweiser poster at the table with their bags of change and commence to playin' poker. It was always like a scene from an old movie... several grizzled men clouded in a sea of cigarette smoke, sittin' at a table loaded with beer cans, playin' cards and loose change. The best part was always the stories and dirty jokes that flew faster than the cards. Sometimes, if I finished my sandwich duties in a timely manner, they'd let me play a few hands. I don't remember winnin' many hands, and I'd guess that if I did it's because they let me. Someone would gather up the buck pool from everyone, and it'd be stuffed up into a crack in the ceilin' until a winner was decided on Wednesday.
We'd eventually get around to makin' our final preparations for the mornin' and they we'd head off to the rack room for a few hours of shut-eye before we left to climb the mountain.
My formative years of huntin' were spent at the Huntingdon County camp, until antler restrictions swayed the Maryland crew from comin' up. We still went up and hunted the mountain for a few more years after that, but that went by the wayside when we began stayin' with Ron at our current camp. I've always wanted to make a day trip on the bike to the old camp, but I reckon it's been so long since I've been back that I likely couldn't find it anyway.
With most of my readin' bein' news, political or informational in nature, I've learned to put up a pretty thick wall between my readin' and my emotions. This read, however, busted right through that wall and set me back to reminiscin' back to the good ol' days...
Our deer camp used to be an old trailer with no electric or runnin' water, somewhere in the hills of Huntingdon County. It was set back up in the woods a few hundred yards back off the hard road, and if you were goin' too fast you'd miss the lane.
We'd always hunt on the Eastern Shore of Maryland on the Saturday after Thanksgiving, then we'd head to the PA camp. Dad had no stake in the camp, but it was owned by family friends from Maryland and we were always made more than welcome.
We'd arrive in the daylight on Sunday, and we'd set about gettin' things situated around camp. The few that hunted the lands around the camp would go check on their stands. The rest of us hunted a nearby mountain, so we'd work on stackin' wood for the stove and other busywork. Anyone that felt it was needed would climb up on the porch and throw a few rounds at a pie plate on a tree about 40 yards off. The boys from Maryland always had somethin' exotic layin' around to eat. I remember eatin' shark, mountain lion, elk, moose and caribou in addition to good ol' fashioned venison. I'd usually wind up explorin' the stack of ol' Playboys in the corner, which was nothin' short of a goldmine to a 12-year-old.
As the sun went down, the gas lights would come on and the wood stove would be fired up. Since I was the pup of the group, or Camp Bitch as I was commonly referred to, I'd get out the mustard, ham and bread and set to makin' a few dozen sandwiches. The old guys would settle under the old Budweiser poster at the table with their bags of change and commence to playin' poker. It was always like a scene from an old movie... several grizzled men clouded in a sea of cigarette smoke, sittin' at a table loaded with beer cans, playin' cards and loose change. The best part was always the stories and dirty jokes that flew faster than the cards. Sometimes, if I finished my sandwich duties in a timely manner, they'd let me play a few hands. I don't remember winnin' many hands, and I'd guess that if I did it's because they let me. Someone would gather up the buck pool from everyone, and it'd be stuffed up into a crack in the ceilin' until a winner was decided on Wednesday.
We'd eventually get around to makin' our final preparations for the mornin' and they we'd head off to the rack room for a few hours of shut-eye before we left to climb the mountain.
My formative years of huntin' were spent at the Huntingdon County camp, until antler restrictions swayed the Maryland crew from comin' up. We still went up and hunted the mountain for a few more years after that, but that went by the wayside when we began stayin' with Ron at our current camp. I've always wanted to make a day trip on the bike to the old camp, but I reckon it's been so long since I've been back that I likely couldn't find it anyway.
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