Years back in the high mountains of northern Utah I was sitting in an open field on a hill overlooking a small valley with an even smaller stream feeding a pond. Several Elk had passed by stopping to have a drink as they crossed from one protected forest edge to another. It was cold. I was suffering from a bit to much fun the night before and secretly hoped no deer would go looking for a drink because I don't think my head could of withstood the concussion from my rifle's blast. So there I sat, back to the wheel on the cold late October ground. I had been there since 4:30 in the morning. Waiting patiently dozing off now and than.

Opening weekend. There were 20 of us this year. 19 walkers and me. I had not gotten into the concept of wheelchairs back than. I walked/poll vaulted on my arm and butt. Pretty much went anywhere I needed to go. And that morning I didn't need to go further than the rear tire of my truck. Its amusing how loud walkers can be when they think they are being quiet. Sitting in the dark watching the cold morning fog lift from the meadow and listening to a bunch of suffering great white hunters stumble thru the forest. That was the life back than.

Than I heard the Hmmph! and another. My head hurt to much to look. Besides it was one of the walkers trying to scare me. Hmmph again and again. Each Hmmph sounded closer. I sat there waiting for some clown to jump out. Hmmph Hmmph, louder and louder. Finally as the last Hmmph came from the front of my truck I took my splitting head " walked " to the front and found myself face to face with the biggest bull Moose I'd ever seen. There were over 700 Moose in our neck of the woods. ( A good hunter knows this stuff ) and I had seen lots. I knew by the clock where I could take visiting friends to go see Moose. At 2 they would be up at he old ranch on that dead end road. 5 oclock over by the treatment pond for the park. It was a regular schedule. In preparing for the annual hunts I would spend my summers meandering thru the national and state lands behind our home. All summer just driving the roads looking and watching the wildlife. Never stopping. It was my secret weapon. Every year I'd go out opening weekend and come home with nothing but a major hangover Sunday night. Than Monday I'd go back behind the house and shoot our winters meat. But I had never stood head to head, well to be honest it was my head to his knee 3 ft from a full grown bull Moose. That mssive rack on his head was as wide as my truck. And I knew as I stood frozen staring at this beast he could hurt me. Than I heard Hmmph! Don't really remember much after that, but I do remmember the next hour I spent laying under my truck! Until the smell of fresh sizzling bacon over-powered my fear of the giant that I knew was just waiting to toss me like a rag doll with those giant antlers on his head.

Remind me to tell you how I shot an elk using breakfast for bait some time.

Would someone tell the Whitehouse I'm still waiting for that change that was promised. They are not taking my calls these days.

Took the 4x4 out to the flea market Sunday. Really enjoyed it. Next weekend my tilt/recline/elevate seat should be here. ( another $500 I really don't have ) Without the legs to help keep me in going down hills I feel like one of those weebles. Except this weeble will fall down. With the new seat I'll be able to adust for the slope staying upright. $500 was a steal when you consider these types of seats sell for $10,000 dollars.

Anyone see that ad on the Go Army website for internment camp guards?

Got to wonder whats up with that?