I'm Always Mentally on Vacation

Well Explained

This blog is going paperless. All content is electronic and you should feel good! I might go and could my curly bulbs now.

Haley gets a clean bill of health today from her doctor and a warm hug. She is trooper. No more bandages, medicine and it all worked out for the best. She is missing a leg but her other paw will have a full recovery. I am so thankful.

This blog is going paperless. All content is electronic and you should feel good! I might go and could my curly bulbs now.

Going Paperless

I got no less than 3 telephone calls about my wReggie wRants post the other day trying to figure out who, or what set me off. All of them from readers that never post a comment but read none the less.

Check out this Obama truck. I saw this in the parking lot of one of my watering holes and had to do a double take. This wouldn’t haul 5 cases of cat food up a hill but it is cute. It would make a nice vender conversion.

This blog is going paperless. All content is electronic and you should feel good! I might go and count my curly bulbs now.

Coop de Ville

Yesterday morning I decided to film a little morning action around the barn.

The writer of this blog is the chairman of the board of the Duke Hunnicutt Poultry Institute and so expects readers to be impressed with the title. He is also is a published in the NC State University College of Veterinary Medicine magazine.

wReggie wRant

From time to time I get comments from folks like, “dude…you have way too much time on your hands”, with the intent of insulting what I do and write about on my blog.

First of all I have the same amount of time that everyone does. What I do with segments of my time is my business. Maybe others should spend their time more wisely and let the creative child inside get a turn. Lighten up and laugh. Its okay.

Second, the blog for me is my art. Go to an art exhibit where the artists are there showing their creativity and say, “dude…you have way too much time on your hands” and see how that goes over.

Third I get calls to sensor what I write mostly from people that aren’t regular readers. Let me be clear, this is mine and all mine. I will write about anything that I damn well care to write about.

I have written things that I regret but never eased or removed the words…I live with them. Believe me there is a lot of stuff I don’t say.

If you disagree with me that is fine but the words are mine.

This Morning....

I was in the mood for some comfort food so I broke out the taters, onions, fresh eggs, leftover frozen tailgate brats, and some toast with butter and coffee.

Oh my that was good!

NOTE: This blog has gone green for your benefit. The writer now bathes in Bambu Earth Soap and allows chicken feces to return to the earth naturally. Plus I recycle, I like windmills and puppies and even use those darn curly lights President Bush made us use, the ones full of mercury. Makes you feel all warm and fuzzy without me having to really do anything constructive.

Last evening when the sun went down….

We had a few folks over to help with chores. The construction is winding down for now.

I decided it was time to build the first fire of the season on the deck fireplace. We drank a few beers, ate a few oysters on the half shell and watched it get dark.

In the background is my guest house. Yes…I know…I need to clean the gutters.

Then I went inside and watched Rocky Horror Picture Show on Netflix on demand. That is one damn freaky movie that I’ll retire for another 20 years.

Hello Friday! Welcome.

If Facebook existed years ago...

Diving in Winter?

I did it. I dove yesterday on November 18, 2010 in a rock quarry.

It was a beautiful day with temperatures in the upper 60’s.

The surface was 62 and that temperature carried to about 38 feet where the drop was felt.

Visibility on the “deep” side was fantastic at about 25 feet. I have never seen the visibility this good here.

We stayed around 35 feet for 45 minutes.

Both of us wore a 5mm suit with a 2mm suit under this. The cold was apparent but not too bad.

My dry suit is on order.

This blog is going paperless. All content is electronic and you should feel good! I might go and could my curly bulbs now.

Knee Update

Osmosis amoebas! I think I have solved the knee problem.

I am wearing a brace today on my left knee and I have become keenly aware that I fold that left leg under my right leg with such frequency that I have somehow strained the left knee joint. I do it at my desk and I do it when I am driving.

No damn wonder. It feels better already.

Injury Report

Alas I am down with an injury. Somehow I tweaked my left knee yesterday and this morning it is worse. It only is extremely painful when I bend it. Otherwise it throbs.

I tend to push at times like this body is 25 years younger.

Just maybe I’ll go to the doc in a box today to at least get it seen professionally.

Until then, I bid you adieu.

What I Do on Sunday

Chicken Storm Windows

I Donned the Dickies then.....

In the natural order of things I should be traveling to the Virgin Islands today to winter. Alas, I have a job and responsibilities that sustain me and therefore I must stay here.

I can say now that insulated Dickies do rock. My ventures outside in the cold have been less troublesome.

Ever wonder why puppies are so darn cute? You’d kill them otherwise.

And so at 2 AM my brain woke me up to tell me of the hopelessness of winter had arrived via Easter Standard Time.

Having enjoyed an anchovy pizza for supper seemed like a good idea and now my body was calling for a cool refreshing Diet Pepsi.

Then the dogs all lined up at the door to do business. I explained the hour but Tanner insisted.

So I let them all out with instructions to come back soon. I felt sorry for little Galaxy so I donned my Dickies and commenced to hook up her leash when she bolted out the door.

I headed into the dark with a flashlight that throws a beam like in movies. I saw the chickens roosting and a flash of Galaxy. Stubborn bitch.

I saw the horses sleeping. Then Tanner gathered Galaxy in my general direction and she slipped away.

Eventually the trail led me into the neighborhood where I tackled Galaxy in a neighbor’s yard.

I carried her in my arms back to the house remembering why I avoided puppies over mature dogs.

She is such and puppy and that is a good thing.

NOTE: This blog is going green. The writer now bathes in Bambu Earth Soap and allows chicken feces to return to the earth naturally. Plus I recycle, I like windmills and puppies and even use those darn curly lights President Bush made us use. Makes you feel all warm and fuzzy without me having to really do anything constructive.

Proper Eggs

He cooks a damn good egg as do I. I do start mine on medium high heat well beaten then immediately into the pan and reduce to medium heat. Never stop stirring. Then thrown in salt and pepper and any sissy stuff you might want. The butter is important. The results are fantastic.

NOTE: This blog is going green. The writer now bathes in Bambu Earth Soap and allows chicken feces to return to the earth naturally. Plus I recycle, I like windmills and puppies. Makes you feel all warm and fuzzy without me having to really do anything constructive.

Home again

We are finally home after our fall recess.

Yesterday was spent packing and traveling.

Apparently there is fabled lore in dog’s worlds of their masters leaving them behind trapped forever at an unfriendly campground….where they are left to fend for themselves among wild animals.

At least my dogs think this. They all have a knowing when the train is leaving and like a good Baptist they want to be in that number when the saints go marching in. So they become a pain in the ass running to the door and huddling around my feet.

We decided to walk them all and put them in the vehicle for the last hour and it turns out this is a great idea.

Logically Gigi takes three dogs in the 87 4Runner. She makes a big nest in the back and the all sleep. Two dogs and Boscoe the parrot ride with me in the tow vehicle. Then we talk to each other up and down the highway on a two way radio planning fuel and food stops.

Boscoe even knows when we are a few miles from home.

Paint

I have become a big fan of fresh exterior paint. Preferably satin or gloss finish.

My house now has a new fresh coat of paint and it looks so good. Come on winter.

The bathhouse/Laundry on the campground just got a fresh coat and it looks so good. The bathhouse is painted turquoise with cream trim. You know how I like rich colors….even gaudy some may say.

My RV steps have multiple colors of paint and although they are dirty the brilliant paint stands through.

On Tuesday I was at a business that was actually an old house that was receiving a traditional paint job of light gray with white trim and the wooden decking painted battleship gray. It all looked so neat and tidy.

Yes good old paint delivers. Put it on correctly with good primer and use good quality paint and you have an exterior to express colors and character.

100 Days

100 days until my winter recess. This was me at my favorite place on earth last September, about 65 days ago.

I Am Blessed

I Am So Angry!

My day to be mad and angry, but I am happy. I thought it was just me that thought the current government was not only liars and thieves but they intended to do harm to the unborn my spending their money now. But it looks as if I wasn’t alone.

I will now go outside and moonwalk.

I borrow the words from a victory post two years ago and substitute a few words.

Happy Liberation Day!!

It is officially Liberation Day in the Jekyll Island Campground.

The people who really matter are THRILLED today. We are ecstatic to see the end of the evil empire and the dawn of the age of hope and truth. Even though it was overcast and gloomy outside today, I personally felt liberated from the Bar-ac-sh-it that we’ve endured for the past 2 friggin’ years! I just want to break out in song!

We’re home tonight drinking wine and we may go out to toast the new government with friends. Yes! Let the celebration continue.

But then, let’s get up in the morning, roll up our sleeves and get to work fixing the mess we’ve been left!

A Poem

This morning walking for my exercise,

I felt the presence of prying eyes.

I looked at the tree,

And it was looking at me,

So I took a picture,

See guys?

Get out and vote early and often

Remember the results today are not an attack on a person but rather the consequences for what they did. Winners today will stand in judgment in 2 years.

I hope your team wins.

Afternoon Walk with the Dogs

I did a remarkable amount of work today for being on vacation. I even met with a client, made out going calls and took incoming calls.

A lot of work was done online.

Then I went to town to order a hubcap for my truck.

The other day I brushed a car in a parking lot with my plastic hubcap and it tore off the front bumper of a car. I left a note confessing the transgression and he called. I am sure this isn’t going to be cheap but I am also sure it was the right thing to do. The damn plastic hub cap was $67.

Then I took a long walk down clam creek with Galaxy and Tanner. Enjoy.

Saturday Adventures

I finally made a trip to Little Cumberland Island, GA via boat. The lighthouse was a classic.

We penetrated the land mass by a creek that divides Cumberland and Little Cumberland Islands.

I filmed this in HD on my iPhone.

Old dogs, New dogs and Dead dogs

My new puppy bolted out of the RV door. I dove to catch her fearing she would wonder around if I didn’t react. I tackled her and she rolled on her back and peed all over me.

Later I saw another RVer out in front of his rig and I had been meaning to catch him and ask him about this great aluminum rack he had over his truck cab. I suspected he made it because the welds were magnificent and it was all aluminum. This is specialized welding and it was a work of art.

He was an older fellow that resembled Santa Clause. He told me he didn’t hear well and he turned up his hearing aid.

He explained that indeed he had made this and said any good welder could make one.

Then Abby who was on the leash let forth with a big pooh at out feet. I whipped out a bag and scooped it up.

I looked up at the man to see if he was grossed out or disturbed by this and to my surprise he was almost in tears.

He explained that he had been on the road for 6 months and his dog of 15 years had just died. He told me to be patient with her and love her and he missed his dog very much.

Welcome to St Croix

What I Did On Tuesday

I walked to the beach with my puppy and showed her the dog memorials on the beach.

This one is for her namesake Galaxy. She loved this beach. Don't know the other dog. Duke and Peaches have a tag each on a nearby tree.

Then we ate some shrimp for lunch.

Then we all took a nap.

Tanner and I went for a ride and walk on the beach. Tanner sat with me while I had some beers.

Life is good.

Clam Creek and a Turd Story

When camping at an RV facility feces containment is at a premium. Patrons are strongly encouraged to pick up after their dogs. Dog baggy dispensers are everywhere.

And so Gigi and I take turns at walking the dogs. The older dogs will relieve themselves almost on command. The newer dogs take some encouragement.

It has been a year since we have had Tanner and in all that time I have never actually seen him do a number 2. Never. Ever.

So Tanner comes to me begging to go out and I took him and Abby for a walk. Toward the end of the walk Tanner gives in and busts this mountain of dog crap in the middle of the dirt road.

I grabbed my dooky bag and notice an old man driving my way very slowly in a pickup truck. I step aside and he waves then runs over the turds smashing them flat. How could he have missed them? They were darn near snow capped.

Please enjoy the following video of me and my 3 legged girls riding down Clam Creek. I had to stop when a guy came out of the parking lot and another dude was on a tricycle blocking the road.

A Nice Fall Sunday

Yesterday was a wonderful day. I used most of the morning for set up and clean up. I actually enjoy this.

We are expecting more family by mid week so my job was to construct a meeting/eating/cooking area using my awning and a big tarp.

This will protect us from falling acorns, dew and light rain.

Once I got it all set up it was time for football. I forgot the joy a win brings me. I was lighthearted the rest of the day after the Panthers pulled one out.

Then it was time to prep for a dinner party under the tarp. We had steaks and baked potatoes with salad, red wine and pound cake and ice cream for dessert.

The weather was perfect and the dogs had a big time. Life is good.

I Feel so Kennedyish

Today I begin my fall recess and will retreat to the shores of Jekyll Island, GA. I plan to celebrate Halloween with the family, do some yachting in Origami II, watch football and the election returns and do some diving with a local dive buddy I met in July.

I am taking my entire staff of border collies and of course Boscoe the parrot will be riding shotgun with me. Gigi will follow in the motorcade in her 4Runner.

I Am on the Band Wagon Now

I wanna puke and do a back flips repeatedly when I see these ads. Makes me ashamed to be a Tarheel. Jefferson Airplane and Pink Floyd came out of 1965. And Johnson carpet bombing Vietnam...what about that Andy? He was killing women and children in present time and saving your old decrepit ass 45 years in the future all at once. Time to go wander in the forest Andy.

Chicken Parts

Since I am the expert in this blogosphere on chickens I thought it would be helpful to share some chicken basics.

This is a chicken's pecker.

A Friend Let Me Down

Yesterday my world suddenly came to an abrupt stop and I was cast momentarily into the Stone Age and homelessness.

I had just taken my faithful F350 to be serviced. This truck is a 2000 model and has 242,000 miles on it. It is equipped with all the latest gadgets and sound system. It is my home away from home, my rock, my refuge.

So yesterday suddenly while driving it went dead, instrument panel lights came on, power steering and brakes went off and I was coasting this 7,000 pound truck to a safe spot.

I managed to get off the main road and into an assisted living facility parking lot. Then I sat in silence.

I took out my machete and tore off my sleeves making one into a headband…..no …I called a wrecker and a friend.

It seems the leading candidate is a cam shaft sensor. I should be back in business this morning but still I feel like a friend has let me down.

My Porch

After one year of construction things are beginning to wind down. I have new windows, doors, light fixtures, garage door, interior floor, no more rot anywhere, a new exterior and finally last night a porch.

For 20 years I have had an awning there. Oh it looked like the cats pajamas in the beginning but it had become a tattered eyesore and it didn’t offer much protection from the elements anymore.

Now I have the beginnings of a beautiful tongue and groove porch with simple lines and elegance. A place where I can set my barn boots at the end of a day, a place for the dogs to lay, a place to smoke a cigar if I did smoke.

Moods

Tanner has been rather melon collie ever since the new dog arrived.

The Next Frontier

My first suborbital mission is soon.

Meet Galaxy

This is Galaxy Brenna Hunnicutt a sweet little girl just 8 months old. She joins the pack as a rookie and now there are five. That'll do for now.

wReg Gets Artsy

A poor peasant girl daydream of what life could have been.

Room Service Anyone?

Road Trip

Gigi and I are going to Knoxville for one day to pick up Brenna the Border Collie. Brenna sounds like the name of some hot girl on CBS Survivor. Brenna is a rather sophisticated name for a dog.

On the way we’ll stop in Asheville, NC and eat at one of our favorite haunts and dine on some good fried chicken and apple pie. Then we will stop by the farmers market and smell the smells and look at all the abundance.

This evening we will dine out with Mic and Bic and exchange lies and some eggs.

Tomorrow we get Brenna.

If you want to follow our progress today then just check in here.

Warning to thieves and would be ill doers…..we have a house sitter and a contractor at our home while we are gone. He has one mean dog too along with my dogs. One of them loves guns and has a wandering eye.

Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

I love this song. It makes me sad and happy. My mother just turned 86 Sunday and she still vividly remembers her Grandpa who fought in the war. So for some, even though far removed by time it still picks a scab but conjures up pride.

Guess what I’m getting?

A brand new border collie puppy with the latest technology in ears. 4 legs too.

Wee

Please don’t say wee around me. It is a word that should be retired. It invokes powdered wigs and knickers. It makes me want to bang my pewter cup on a hand hewn bar top.

Stuff I Learned This weekend

According to a recent study at age 52 men begin to turn grumpy. So far I have avoided this. I hold laughing in high regards.

I watched a National Geographic documentary on stress in humans and baboons and it looks like from this study at least that I am dong the right mental and daily tasks that should keep me low stress. The study noted that baboons can gather enough food in 3 hours to take care of their daily needs and the rest is free time. Dominate males get all the food and sex they want and have the lowest stress.

In a separate documentary I learned why meth addict’s skin is cratered up and their teeth fall out.

I really do not like dark mornings. It is 7 AM here and the sky is black and the stars are out.

Sunday...It is what it is

This is the setup. A big charcoal fire starting, warm sun, cold beer, the bark of a dog in the background, good music and pretty girls and lots of laughs.

This is the steak that the Lord has given. Let us be thankful.

Panthers 6 Bears 23…the work of satin.

No Rest for Me

Big doings tomorrow with da Bears in town but first a few updates.

I bought a lobster snare. This device theoretically allows me to hook a cable around a lobster’s tail and tighten it down to capture it for my supper. This assumes the lobster stays perfectly still and allows me to do this. So watch your step lobsters of the Atlantic and Caribbean.

I bought a pair of dive mittens. Yes they actually make such a thing and I hope they work well.

I dove Wednesday night and wore two wetsuits. It kept me warmer than usual. With cooler weather approaching the visibility in the quarry is improving dramatically especially below 60 feet. But it is cold down there so I am layering the suits for now until I go to a dry suit.

I am also trying out a new high tech hood to keep my big old head warmer.

Tomorrow we host the Chicago Bears and a good crowd will be there for tailgating. My friend Sebastian (Bash) will cook his famous flank steak. He prepares and cooks them perfectly and I can’t wait. I’ll have a hot charcoal grill waiting for his arrival at 10 AM.

Meanwhile I’ll be cooking various types of brats and plain old burgers. I bought an assortment of beers yesterday and it will be very hot again so I have plenty of water too.

So today I’ll get the truck cleaned and prepped and fire up and clean all three grills. I can’t wait to be enveloped in smoke and bullshit and laughs of tailgating.

What’s New?

Two do dads were added to Testiculeese yesterday. Guess right and you will win a pile of money that I plan on winning from Phrankie after I keep a little for me.

Map of Online Communities

Just Saying....

It is possible to rent a bed in North Carolina (hotel) but against the law to traffic in used mattresses. You can’t buy or sell a used mattress because they are considered a biohazard.

One can rent a wet suit that people commonly pee in but it is considered unclean to rent a mask and snorkel so they insist you own your own mask and snorkel. But in St Croix it is common to rent some mouth piece who knows who has chewed on.

But it is considered unseemly for a woman in St Croix to bare her arms to the shoulder in public.

It is socially acceptable for some Muslim nations to grow and traffic heroin but they draw the line at beer or any alcohol as a crime against God.

In Myrtle Beach SC females cannot wear a thong bikini on the beach but they can go naked at the same town behind closed doors in a public strip club.

Mean People

People are too damn aggressive and mean these days when it comes to driving.

When I am coming onto the acceleration lane on an interstate highway it is my full intent to merge into traffic. I will turn on my indicator light or blinker to show my intensions.

This light is not me asking permission to merge it indicates my intension to merge. It is your duty to allow me to merge either in front of you, behind you or beside you if you have room to move over. Be aware and courteous because I am coming over.

This is not a contest or measure of manhood…it is a simple traffic maneuver invented sometime in the fifties by someone in the Eisenhower administration.

My truck is most likely larger and heavier than you car and I am armed if you start going postal so expect return fire. Just let me merge like the driving manual says.

Night Fire

The other night...when the fire was going...and I was having some beers.....

I Learned Something

“One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning”

Late yesterday I burned a brush and wood pile. Conditions were right. Recent rain, no breeze and the pile was dry enough to burn.

Except there were a few wet places so I dug out the fan and fed the beast oxygen. It was all consumed.

Where Am I Today?

Scary huh?

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Country Ham

Tis the season where a man’s thoughts turn to heavy meats and stouter beers, the days are shorter, the nights are crisp, and I ponder the dosage of anti depressants.

On the menu this morning is country ham biscuits. For those out of the mainstream southern culture country ham is a ham cured with heavy amounts of salt. It is sliced thinly, cooked to a leather consistency and stuffed in a biscuit or laid along side some eggs to take its rightful place along with other breakfast meats. (Note: Chicken is not a breakfast meat)

When I was a child a family would get a whole country ham on the bone and hang it in the garage or basement and the family would carve on this ham throughout the holiday season until it ended in a ham hock for New Years day. By then we were sick of the shit and everyone was bloated from all the salt.

Now the ham comes shrink wrapped already sliced.

Disaster Strikes

Let me first warn you that if chicken disasters make you queasy then maybe you should just pass over this post.

Three nights ago we were hit by the edges of a tropical storm which dumped about 4 inches of rain on the wReggie compound.

I went out in the morning to see my exterior chicken coop crushed under the weight of a tarp loaded with water. The tubular bars on the chain link collapsed like match sticks and the whole coop pulled away from the newly expanded Duke Hunnicutt Poultry Institute. The whole thing reminded me of when the Dallas Cowboys practice field went down in a storm last year.

Fortunately all chickens were accounted for and Gigi and I loaded them in their winter indoor coop until repairs are made.

I then tried to contact Federal, State, and local authorities and apply for aid.

Seeing that no aid was coming we commissioned our original designer and builder and he went into action.

First the coop fencing was braced back up, and then the exterior was wall was completed with shakes and the two were joined once again.

Now the new exterior roof is being constructed.

Today for the first time we used out state of the art turd management system and if worked rather effectively. The trays were removed and hosed out to reveal a clean floor.

Thankfully order is returning to the chicken coop and egg production was never an issue.

One of Mt Favorite Places

Same spot that inspired the top banner of this blog. There is a great little bar there that serves great pizza and there is fantastic diving and snorkeling here too. And there are cigarette trees and big lakes of whiskey.

Stoned Again

Last night brought torrents of rain..so much that the outdoor portion of the chicken coop collapsed under the water weight acuminated on the tarp.

All the chickens were okay and I moved them from ankle deep mud to their indoor quarters for a while until the outside is repaired.

Last night also brought kidney stone pain abruptly at 3 AM.

Today I have been hanging at home just in case I needed to go to the ER and drinking quarts of cranberry juice.

A friend suggested a home remedy that is a can of asparagus ground to a mush followed by a two liter coke chaser. I tried it. Three hours later rather uneventfully the pain has subsided.

I decide to wonder from my sofa to check on the chickens and they seem to be having the time of their life in their winter coop. Before this incident they only went in the coop to lay eggs.

The rebuild of the chicken coop will be a roof capable of bearing a load.

And finally…why does one have to force down two liters of coke when two liters of beer would flow easily?

Fall

Take a peek here. Isn't the internet great? Now just sit back and watch the fall colors evolve before you eyes.

Cheap Heat is the New AC

The southern United States didn’t start to prosper until the 1950’s and the advent of plentiful air conditioning. Laugh if you want but it is a fact.

According to the Wall Street Journal futurists are betting that plentiful and cheap natural gas will make Arctic cities the next boom area. They are talking about way up there too far beyond what we consider north.

The article cited Las Vegas as an example of a city built in an undesirable location and thrives because of AC and piped in water. Throw in an airport, a slot machine and Wayne Newton and you have the makings of a city.

I wouldn’t expect to see me living up there. I love the outdoors too much. And I watch Survivor Man and he nearly dies every time they toss him in the Arctic. He thrives in the tropics eating coconuts and fish.

Mental Revenge

On a day like today when I have nothing but phone and desk work to I will dress extremely casual at the office. This means I am on an elevator in cargo shorts, a Hawaiian shirt and flip flops with others in suits looking at me as if I am a roach. You can tell they feel superior to me. They feel even more superior when they see me crawl out of a vintage Wrangler Jeep.

I know what most of them do for a living and I make more money or as much as most of them. This is how they measure success.

This is sweet mental revenge.

Don't get me wrong...I keep a suit when I need to navigate their world like a keep a wet suit for cold water.

I Want This Dry Suit

I want this dry suit at $599.95. If ya’ll will pay half, I’ll match it and pay the 8% local sales tax.

I will bring you a lobster too if I catch one.

PayPal only please. reggie@reghunnicutt.com

Annual “I Hate Winter Message”

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Two Things

When I wake up, rather than actually sticking my head out the door I prefer to check the weather on the computer and imagine what it actually feels like outside.

Irish folk dancing and hillbilly clogging embarrass me as a race. Why do white people dance that way?

Fish and Chicken

Something I have noticed between fresh and salt water diving is that fresh water fish are more curious about my presence than salt water fish.

Last Saturday night I had a small bass hang with me for about 30 minutes. He would stay to my left side and would always be with an arms length.

He followed me from 40 feet in the cold water to the shallows and warm water.

In chicken news I tried to film a hen in a receptive posture but none were accepting my rooster advances this morning.

Sunday

Yesterday was game day and like all early season games we sucked and it was very hot. The tailgating was fun.

I prepped by drinking plenty of liquids and much fewer beers. Still by 4th quarter I was feeling lightheaded and decided to bail out of the sun.

A repeated ice cold towel dipped in the cooler and wrapped on my head brought welcome relief.

Dive 25

I got off an unplanned quarry dive last night. The visibility was maybe 5 feet and the water was around 50 degrees below 27 feet.

Three of us were searching for a lost dive belt.

It was difficult to track each other even with the use of bright dive lights.

Total dive time to date 16 hours, 49 minutes.

Average depth 55.5 feet.

A Query

Why it that emotional outbursts caused a female organ is are considered excusable? People just give wide berth until the organ balances again.

Yet a testicle drive emotion is inexcusable?

Sexist? Double standard?

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