Oh my god for you folks that have never seen the end results of a hurricane......you need to go and check it OUT. My lord, now I have seen some "aftermaths" in my life but lordy lordy lordy. There were some A F T E R M A T H S down dere in Texas. Lordy lordy lordy.  Don't get me wrong I played a little bit with Katrina when she made her debut (Katrina the hurricane not my lil lady) but SIR IKE was the beast. I walked around for days saying "would you look at that [censored]", "can you believe that crap" I said all kinds of things in complete amazement.  I decided the money was not near good enough to stay there and do what I had done in the previous years. Nuh uh this country boy is going home this time.  It was a mess.  Anyway, lots has happened in the last few weeks that I have been gone and I figured I would pop in today and make my appearance and then I shall be gone again for a while. I can truly say that I really really like my job right now because I'm making the bucks and getting to hunt for them to.  Colorado is beautiful right now. Now that is a beautiful neck that I could get accustom to waking up to every day. It is a lil chilly right now and great weather for chili at that. I made some the other night that was the bomb. Everybody seemed to like it, even the women. There was alot of [censored]s talking [censored] that night though if you know what I mean. People was fighting over the bathroom and that continued on until the next day. That was some good chili. Good thing I remembered the tums and beano or I would have missed all the excitement. Let me tell ya when men have to pootie poo they will fight for a bathroom like a woman dying to get in and powder there blooming noses. Oh man it was funny. Sure wasn't no baby making experiences taking place that night.

What do you know about EMU's....those big ugly looking bird things that kinda looks like a ostrich with screwed up DNA.  Them bad boys can crimp your oats fast now,,,,no doubt about it. You see me and this buddy of mine decided to hunt on some land that he knew about but we was told that we better get permission from old man Wallace before going. So we did but he warned us about the EMU's that had gotten turned loose on the land and he says that they were none to friendly.  Old fart was wise and smart because he knew what he was talking about. He told us if we stumbled up on them to shoot them and get rid of them for him. He was kinda scared of them....me too now.  So one evening about dusky dark and it was a little more than duskier to be honest with ya we seen one of them laying out in the field. Me and Jessie watched it for a while but never really ever seen it move. We kept waiting and waiting for it to lift it's head up a little higher so we was for sure to get two good shots in on it. We was both going to shoot at it at the same time to make sure we kilched that dude the first time. It never moved and we figured it was pretty clever it looked like it kept looking right at us. We eventually started moving in closer and closer and the closer we would get the slower we got to moving. I think I started scaring myself not knowing exactly what it was going to do.  Boy did we feel like dumb asses once we got closer...but just for a little while did we feel that way.  You see once we got close enough it was nothing more than a fallin' limb from a tree that had a crooked bow in it that looked like a big long emu neck and head poking up from the tall grass. I punched Jess in the shoulder and called him an idiot and I got slapped in the back of the head and called a retard. Boy did we feel like iggiots. I turned around and started bitch screaming..........NO TELLINGS how long that big bird had been BEHIND us. We took off running and those things CAN RUN now. Lord can they run. That thing kept snipping at  me and making the god awfulest sound. We finally got far enough ahead of it that we thought we could turn and get a decent shot off on it....Nu huh, that dude was in our pockets that damn quick. I took the stock of my gun and swung it and busted it in the head and that bass terd SPIT on me. MY god. Jess then took a shot at it and MISSED. Before it was over with we had been SPIT on, PECKED and KICKED. They kick like a jackass. You know it took us almost an hour to finally kill it and I was so happy I was hysterical. Man, we set in the truck dying in laughter after the AFTERMATH was over with. Gosh it was funny I guess because no one really got hurt but it was kinda scarey too.  We set there and laughed at each other and swore we would never tell this story to no one and then all the sudden this big loud peck hits the top of the truck and lands in the bed of the truck.....Jess opens fire through the back glass window and starts shooting....ONCE again....it was a god forsaken limb that fell out of the tree.  Glad it wasn't my truck!