Worst Deer Season Ever

Well I’m back, sort of. I took some time off to do some deer hunting which I really failed to accomplish. For the two day hunting span I only saw two deer. These deer of course were somewhere between 100 and 200 yards out (I lack depth perception and hence distance judgements are difficult) at a full run and I had a window of about two seconds in which to see and shoot them. I took the gratuitous pot shot and missed.

That’s all I saw. Within the group I was hunting with the owner of the property did get several shots off at three deer grouped together. He had a single hit leaving a blood trail which my party and I followed for about a mile before giving up due to oncoming darkness.

The property owners did say that this was the worst season they have seen in the 30 years they’ve been hunting. Great year to try deer hunting out again. I did learn something though if you’re going to be sitting in a deer stand for five to six hours bring a book.

The Fifth of November

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t’was his intent
To blow up the King and Parli’ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England’s overthrow;
By God’s providence he was catch’d (or by God’s mercy*)
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring. (Holla*)
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
And what should we do with him? Burn him!

Ah if only jolly old England had the same drive for revolution as they did back then. Anyways happy Guy Fawkes day everybody.

I Know I’m Nitpicking But…

OK I know I nitpick on things, especially things I’m semi-knowledgable in. But I saw this link on the BBC today and instantly rolled my eyes:

The link leads to this article about an aquatic reptile fossil being discovered. So what’s wrong with this? Well none of the aquatic reptiles were dinosaurs nor even close. Yes I have an interest in paleontology so this really is nothing more than me expressing a pet peeve of mine, inaccuracy.