Hunting Trip Pictures

These are all pictures from my trip to Brinkley Arkansas. Enjoy.

Rooble's Crown

As the days of the week go by they seem to become more and more insipid. I sit and wonder when my next blog opportunity will arise. I am curious as to when my next big adventure will be or when I will be struck with an epiphany and am able to write, but now it seems that I am stuck. I am stuck in a rut in which it seems there can be no light of day, there can be nothing but a dark void and emptiness ahead. When will the words flow from my mind to the keyboard? When will my pen drip and be able to scribble my thoughts on thin strips of emotion? I don’t know, all I can do is sit around and wait for inspiration. I can tell you one thing though, I will be ready when that opportunity arises and I will strike while the iron is hot and write about it.

The Hunting Trip

I know this I kind of late but I have been waiting for the time to sit down and write this blog. I am home from the lands of Arkansas, where the ducks are plentiful. I have already told my stories to most of you so this will be a recap of the days I spent in Brinkley Arkansas. Day one was just all about us getting there, both my dad and I not having high expectations for our lodging were amazed as we found that we were going to be staying in the Taj Mahal of all duck hunting lodges. We each slept in an awesome queen sized bed, had access to an awesome kitchen set up much like a restaurant ( in which I mean that the stove and the fridge were of restaurant standards), we also had heated floors in our bathroom, and that my friends is one of the greatest feelings in the world. So we arrive we eat and then we head for bed.
Day 2 was the day of the first hunt, our first expedition into the unknown of Brinkley Arkansas. In the morning at 6:30 a.m. we were ready and waiting for the ducks on the side of this flooded forest on the bank, it was boring, I’m not going to lie, my dad shot a goose and that was about it for that place. Gerald, my dads hunting buddy since the age of about 7 I’m guessing went to go check out another spot and told us he would be back, so my dad and I just waited and hoping that more ducks would come before he got back. Well none did, but Gerald returned with good news. He told us of a field of geese and that we were going to do a “sneak” I had no clue what that was but it sounded cool to me, and from there we hop on the six wheeler and drive to a spot where the geese cant see us. I get off the back and I’m waiting for my orders with my 12 gauge in hand. I awaited instructions, and boy did I get them, this is my GI Joe or my Navy Seal hunt, as I like to call it. We all went one at a time and crawled on our bellies with our guns over 100 yards and got into position behind the levy separating us from the unsuspecting geese. Gerald’s girlfriends son was with us and he kinda botched our sneak but it was still a success for me because I killed a huge Snow Goose called a ‘Ross because its very tips of its wings are black. So anyway we pop up over this levy and I shot that goose right in his behind, kinda funny kinda not if you like animals and think they have rights and a soul and all that other bogus bull crap, but that’s a blog for another day. So after that we head into the Taj Mahal, where inside awaited a glorious breakfast that words really cant describe a meal in which there is nothing to do but take a nap after consuming it. After my awesome nap I woke up and we went into this flooded field and went down into this pit with grass coverings over the top which can fold down when its time to pop a cap in a duck, which I did that afternoon. I killed my first mallard hen, so in other words you could say that I killed daisy duck (I know, im so cruel) but anyways after all that we went back and ate a huge supper and went to bed to wake up and do it all over again.
Day 3 and 4 were very similar so I will condence them 1 I’m tired and 2 most of you will not want to read all of it. So on these days we went out into these flooded woods where I had to wear these neoprene chest waders and stand in water up to my waist holding my gun and holding back the urge to use the bathroom. Anyway we go out there and do our thing in the morning and kill some ducks, go in about 11 or 12 eat lunch and then nap till about 3 then hunt the pit till 6 in the evening. On the 4th day we only hunted in the morning and then packed up and headed on back to my hometown of Collierville Tennessee to spend the night with my grandparents before making the trek back to good ole Frankfort. So here I am back home and back in the swing of the normal life, but I will always remember the journey that my dad and I made to Brinkley Arkansas, thanks Dad for the trip and the memories, I love you.

I will post some picture from my trip once they are developed and i can scan them.

SONG O' THE NIGHT

FRAY
Over My Head (Cable Car)

I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth
But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind

Let's rearrange
I wish you were a stranger I could disengage
Say that we agree and then never change
Soften a bit until we all just get along
But that's disregard
Find another friend and you discard
As you lose the argument in a cable car
Hanging above as the canyon comes between

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind

And suddenly I become a part of your past
I'm becoming the part that don't last
I'm losing you and its effortless
Without a sound we lose sight of the ground
In the throw around
Never thought that you wanted to bring it down
I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind

Song O' The Night

Song of the night is

Do You Realize?? by The Flaming Lips

Listen to it.