Monthly Archives: November 2022

[I didn’t know how to communicate my thoughts for this post. Ever had something to say that eludes your ability to write? Bear with me as I give it a shot.] How deep does the rabbit hole go? Deep enough … Continue reading →

Lets talk homesteading technologies. Pressure canners rock! This year’s hunt led to a rare event with butchering and then into the mysteries of canning. Canning is a whole new world for me. We took “better than burger, worse than steak” … Continue reading →

Part of why I volunteered to be an election judge was to see for myself “how the sausage is made”. It is better to know than either assume or merely bitch. I could sit down and write reams about what … Continue reading →

In the middle of my busy and eventful “vacation”, I disappeared for a day of election judging… which was even more exhausting than the hauling and lifting of butchering. I may (or may not) give a full report on that … Continue reading →

It was shortly after the pre-dawn gloom. A critter walked into view; a fat doe followed by a smaller doe. I hesitated. When would I process it? Wasn’t my freezer already full enough? I had shit on my mind. I … Continue reading →

[Note: my hunting partner is an honorable fellow for whom I have considerable respect. He has no idea I write a blog and he deserves every bit of privacy I can offer. I don’t want him unfairly involved in my … Continue reading →

Don’t think I was overly wigged out about the TV. Like I said, it hasn’t been on since early spring when I last heated the house by woodstove. Another week or month or year without large format YouTube videos won’t … Continue reading →

[Warning: this story touches on spirituality, elections, and hunting. Third rail topics all. If you’re the sort that freaks out over such things, run. Actually, if you’re the sort that reads “trigger warnings” why are you even here? In fact, … Continue reading →