Archive for November, 2008

Paper writing madness

Writing this “research paper” for my polisci class is a colossal pain in my backside. Trying to focus over the holidays is pretty much impossible. Posting this is proof enough that I can’t focus, as I should be writing something related to the economic elements of the push for withdrawal from Iraq, so I can move on to some details on the origin of Iraqi insurgency, and finally the requirements for a withdrawal that at least maintains some possibility for stability.

Ok, back to writing the paper.

(ps. Happy Thanksgiving everyone)

A few words.

I almost entirely forgot I even had a blog. School has been keeping me busy. Anyway, I’ll cover all my bases again.

First off, the election. I did end up going out and voting, credit my Mass Communications professor on that front. I couldn’t bring myself to vote for McCain or Obama, and my reasons have been stated at least a dozen times so I won’t rehash them. As far as a reaction is concerned, McCain had less than a snowball’s chance in hell of winning this election. Our government is cyclical, much like the rest of the natural world. The pendulum swung right of center for several decades, and is now headed back to the left. Ultimately, people get sick of extremes, and rightfully so.

My concerns with the upcoming administration are quite simple. Obama has not once shown even an inclination to counter injustices fostered within his own party. Having zero history in that regard is a point of great concern for me, as it opens the door to the possibility of having Pelosi and Reid calling the shots. The nation is painfully aware of the results of a single party rule, and history has shown that such never works out well in the long run. With no doubt, I hope for the best possible future for our country. That said, I fear this “change” will simply be in the direction from which our constitution is trampled.

Next up, school is going pretty well. That whole thing where I do most of my homework takes up entirely too much of my time, and I still really don’t see the point. American Literature is easily the most boring course I have ever taken. Fortunately, assuming I pass, it is the last of my literature requirements here at Texas State. At this point I’ll be happy to take a C and move right along.

In preparation for the likely renewal of the “assault weapon ban”, the sunset of which was supposed to be marked by mass hysteria and skyrocketing homicide across the land, I went ahead and invested in a new Colt AR15A3 Tactical Carbine. Given the insane price jumps seen on “pre-ban” equipment between 1994 and 2004, I’d say it’s perfectly reasonable to expect at least a 200% increase in value over the next 18 to 24 months. In the meantime, I’ve finally got something that makes my huge stack of M16 magazines useful. I may even save up for a new upper receiver and start shooting NRA matches again.

Finally, I’ve got my Fender Bassman head up for sale on craigslist. If I get a buyer, I think I’m going to look at buying another electric guitar. We’ll see.

A trip to Carson National Forest

I’ll start this out with a photo, because we all know a picture is worth a thousand words.

Carson National Forest

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The purpose of my trip to Carson NF, on the very same weekend many Texans took to the outdoors for the opening weekend of the general deer season, was to try and fill my antlerless elk tag for Unit 5B in New Mexico. My Dad and I set out a little later than we had planned, but drove straight from San Marcos, TX to Carson NF, NM. Considering the distance we made pretty good time, but that is pretty easy to do when you swap drivers every few hours and only stop to fill up with gas.

When we arrived, the scouting began. Being out in a national forest the day before your season opens does wonders to give a man energy. Armed with a map, binoculars, and a few other odds and ends, we set out in search of elk sign. Unfortunately, I didn’t see, hear, or smell any sign of elk at all. That could have been a result of fairly high temperatures, or I could have just been looking in the wrong places.

At any rate, we identified a watering hole at the end of a draw between two fingers with plenty of trees and figured that was as good a place as any to hunt. Morning on opening day came real early, and real cold. A solid hour and a half before the sun even thought to grace us with its presence, we were in an position to overwatch the watering hole and the surrounding areas. Several hours passed, and the only signs of life were a few pickup trucks heading to their hunting spots, waiting a while, giving up, and leaving. Hunger struck, and I called the hunt’s end. With such total isolation from normal noise, if anyone within several miles had taken a shot at anything, the sound would have made it our way. The only gunshot heard all day, was me shooting a leaking tank so it would vent, and I could safely transport it to a dumpster.

While I did not fill my elk tag, the trip was still fun. I hadn’t been outright camping with my Dad in well over a decade, and as father-son bonding goes, you really can’t beat a hunting trip to the mountains.

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