Category Archives: Hunting With The Curmudgeon

I can’t say Mingo’s description in the earlier post is incorrect. First of all I’m a menace to all around me when I haven’t had my morning coffee and second it happened before I’d had my coffee (thus I have … Continue reading →

This is Dr. Mingo. I read Adaptive’s post from a few days ago when he teased me about posting hunting photos and pulled a virtual “Rick roll”. What a bunch of whiny blather. Pics or it didn’t happen overrides all! … Continue reading →

There’s been a mild debate behind the scenes here at Curmudgeon Compound. It’s all about transparency versus paranoia. Dr. Mingo, who is the saner (and far less secretive) of the two of us, says I should post a photo of the buck. … Continue reading →

One of the comments to Hunting with the Curmudgeon: Part Seven: Last In Series deserves it’s own post. It reminded me that I was failing to write about the sublime in a hunt and safely focusing on the mundane. Those of us who … Continue reading →

Conditions the next day were wonderful. The weather was favorable and we saw glimpses of deer here and there; just enough to convince me we weren’t wasting our time. Unfortunately, the outside world was relentlessly intruding. Dr. Mingo’s phone leapt from … Continue reading →

Eighteen minutes into the day and the plan had gone to shit! Rather than blissful unawareness of election results I knew The Hairball had prevailed. The news (despite being unwanted knowledge) made me buoyant. The same feeling you get when … Continue reading →

No plan survives contact with the enemy. Field Marshall Helmuth Karl Bernhard Graf von Moltke We had a plan. It began as intended: Mingo and I unplugged from the media (which had gone full retard for Hillary), Dr. Mingo (and … Continue reading →

I should explain something about my last post. You know how I said “the deer won’t move in this wind”? Well they did. You know how I said “you won’t see a buck”? Well, Dr. Mingo saw a buck. You … Continue reading →

[Editors note: previous posts in this series were titled “I’m Back”. Lame! I went back and re-titled them.] Dr. Mingo arrived, banjo and all, via the ritual torture called commercial airline travel. I was the extraction team. I swooped into … Continue reading →

I’m telling this story backwards. I started with the day of the election… its dénouement. That’s not the start of the story. What you did on election day is your business but I planned for not only election day but several days … Continue reading →