"Don't take advice from man who threw his shoe at a crow…"
Big Bang Theory
Between rehab, SG/TBD/new projects and pushing to finish Bill Wilson's book, I'm GROUND INTO THE GROUND.
Next week is Thanksgiving, and I'm going to take some time to, like, sleep. I'm watching a movie on J.M.W. Turner, one of my favorite painters. Probably a mistake. I have a spectacular print from the British Museum of "The Fighting Temeraire tugged to her last berth to be broken up 1838" in my office. The original of course hangs in the National Gallery in London; I have been privileged to sit in front of it and ponder, insomuch as I can ponder.
Last time we were in London we went down to the Royal Museums Greenwich for a wonderful Turner exhibition.
I would love to spend Christmas in London, but it's not in the cards this year. Warsaw would be cool, too…sigh.
The mule deer rut has pretty much run it's course. Yesterday we were driving into Ft. Collins for some errands, and the saddest, most dejected little mulie buck I've ever seen wandered across the road. He had 4 little point, his tail was down and still, his head down and it took him about 10 minutes to cross the road. "That is," my Sweetie said, "the most depressed deer I've ever seen."
So, little guy, tough break on spreading the old DNA…I was much the same way myself in college. I saw the local herd buck today, even stopped to take a picture, but he was still to spooky. As I passed him, I looked back downhill and saw a mack daddy mule deer laid up in the brush. The local stud has 5 points on each side, but the big guy in the bushes was huge, big wide rack. About 200 yards from my office window. Cool.
I schedule my knee replacement surgery for the week after SHOT, which is ASAP since my rehab is going so well. My goal is get through that rehab before SG and GUN STORIES ramp up full bore, then me and my brother Rick…well, cousin, but he has always been a brother to me…my old and dear friend Tim Wegner, SG producer John Carter, Marshal Halloway and hopefully all our mutual friend Kyle Lamb will go up in the Smoky Mountains to hunt Russian boar and feral hogs. Chef Tim will be doing the cooking, hopefully the rest of us can keep him in pork. I'll be using the .458 SOCOM I built up last year…I'd hope to take in into the field before now, but that just didn't work out. Lotsa .458 ammo and components around now, so that' an omen...