Missed it!

Most of us are not quick enough for an M43. Semper fi has been trying for awhile. I'm broke whenever one appears. It's kinda like getting an Elk tag; you see Elk when deer hunting but when you finally draw for a an Elk permit they're a lot harder to find.

I doubt if that made much sense.




munk
 
No Munk, it made perfect sense.

It is the Selective Reversal rule of the Universe, and its corollaries.

If you are hunting:

Squirrel............you will see turkey

Turkey..............you will see deer.

Deer................you will see rabbit, turkey, squirrel

Pheasant............you will see rabbit, turkey, squirrel, deer, ducks

Ducks...............you will see muskrat

Geese...............you will specks in the sky, barely within the planet's atmosphere and rabbits, muskrat, squirrel, and deer.

If you have spent the entire week deer-hunting and never even raise the gun to your shoulder, your whole trip home from the hunting area will be fraught with slowing down, or braking, to allow deer to cross the road and to avoid collisions.

There's more...but generally, it comes under "Life Torment, Irony."

See your specific karmic return lesson plan for personalized details.:)
 
Sometimes I watch them and don't shoot. The last two seaons I've turned down the shots. One was irresponsible- a long shot in bad weather from a difficult view. But the other missed opportunities were just plain not wanting venison enough.

There's scads of deer here. One season on a fireroad the Whitetail Doe I wanted was standing still and watching the truck. I stopped. I rolled down the window. She stood and waited patiently for me to harvest her. The rifle was loaded and on the passenger seat. No one would care around here if a guy took a road shot. There was no one else around. She was only 30 yards away.

I watched her for a few moments. Then I stopped the engine and started grabbing all the usual stuff you take with you when you hunt. When I got out of the truck she was gone, as I'd intended.

"I can at least hunt her." I told myself.
The rest of the afternoon I wandered around the little grove of Ponderosa pine and scraggly Cedar. A few times the sound of a running animal was heard. There was a glimpse, a movement, but always on the far side of the terrain. I never got another shot.

When my family and I left the City and moved to the Rocky Mountain West, my Wife had Bambi-Love installed within by Televison and Disney. A couple of winters in Sheridan, Wyoming changed that. The deer were not only a nuisance, like large mice, a road hazzard and a killer of gardens, but they were tasty too. If you're going to injure someone's property, you'd better not taste good.

I parked the truck by the garage and went inside the house. She was preparing dinner. I think she was chopping carrots on the same cutting board I should be trimming my venison.
"Any luck?" She asked.
"No" I said, and told her what happened.
"Why didn't you shoot it?" She asked. "We need the meat."
She was actually irritated, this Post Grad, Doctoral, Licensed professional woman who drove a Honda to work. A Honda.

Yes, we've come a long way from Disney.


munk
 
Why not? There are many behaviors accepted today that were absolutely taboo a hundred years ago.

The German who ate another man was a horrific incident. But they were consenting adults...Maybe in another hundred years when a burgaler breaks into your home he'll risk being shot, or shot and eaten.



munk
 
See your specific karmic return lesson plan for personalized details.
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Specific ? Karmic? Return? Lesson? Plan?

Apparently I, once again, was shorted the correct documentation for todays exercise.

Raghorn, Think we could get that added to the "Notebook of Lazsrus Long"?
 
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