The Zone

[Coalman]

02-11-12
Like a drug addict I went into shakes this morning after finding Upland Journal off line. My most constant dealer of upland bird hunting adventures could not be reached and I needed a fix. Surfing other known dealer locations only found exuberant prices for cut drugs. Hunt tests and field trials don't get me high and I was in need of a mainline.

My mind started cruising street corner covers where needles were in abundance. I settled on Family Grounds to relieve my addiction.

Bay and I set off looking for an intersection with hopefully a pair a sneakers hanging from a branch. From a distance like a neon light we both thought we'd found a stash. After a brief inspection our dime bag showed no words of origin. I felt bad for this naked balloon. We took it out of the woods fearing a wildlife overdose.



Technology is sweet. My new phone came with a pedometer. After our three mile hike through a mostly snow-less landscape we arrived back to our starting point on an almost goose bump high.

I'm a Ford kinda guy. In 1989 I purchased the truck on the left, my first 4X4 F150. It was an upgrade from a much loved but trapper abused brown 4X4 Ranger. The '89 Ford is still alive and kicking and being used as a Family Grounds wood hauler. In 2001 a game warden green F150 was purchased only because Ford discontinued brown. With the 2001 truck body starting to show signs of ten New England winters and while there was still some equity left Ford once again put brown trucks back on the market. It was time for a 2011.

Seeing both these vehicles together brought me again backwards and forward in time.



02-12-12
I'm glad my dealer is back on-line. The weatherman says it is 17 degrees outside with a 3 degree wind chill. I'll opt for the heated homestead buzz today.
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