A Night Under the Town

Go West...

Dad and I drove out to extreme southwest Kansas for the opening of pheasant season last weekend. We needed the long weekend just to get out there.

The drive isn't the best part of the trip. Imagine if God were to take tens of thousands of square miles of land and shake it up until it was completely level and mostly barren. Well, He did. And then He plopped down some oil wells, some "towns", a few grain elevators, and (recently) some windmills. Then He named it western Kansas, purportedly to help that state's ailing image and tourism industry.

We can't question this sort of thing. He works in mysterious ways.

I did get six birds in two days--two short of my limit and the best of our party. And the windmills were pretty sweet.

Left Hand, Meet Right Hand

"We do not torture."

"Let us torture."

Government Work

Haven't posted for a while, so I thought I'd put something little on here as filler.

If any of you are looking for a pretty easy job with a decent salary, take a look at this opening at the FBI. It's just so hard to get good help these days.