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Category Archives: Sagas
Road To Portland: Part 6: Carpe-ing The Diem
Billy was itching to deliver a pizza. You can’t make money just standing around. The phone rang and an order went up on the screen. Two small vegetarian pizzas for a few blocks away. Billy recognized the address. It was … Continue reading
Road To Portland: Part 5: Ayn Rand’s Disciple Takes A Punch
“Billy Loser” wasn’t Billy’s name but he temporarily matched the nickname. He was a pizza delivery boy and Uber driver. He’d recently dropped out of college, his Subaru needed new brake pads, his girlfriend had dumped him, and he hadn’t … Continue reading
Road To Portland: Part 4: A Quest Is Initiated
Bart was going to die. He’d spent autumn, when he should’ve been gorging on the bounty of nature (or stolen apples), petrified and covered with skunk bits. Without a store of fat, hibernation was just another word for starvation. Even … Continue reading
Road To Portland: Part 3: Winter Is Coming
Seven thousand feet above a nondescript homestead in the middle of nowhere a beautiful thing was happening. A minute particle of dust became the nucleus for a gossamer structure of ice crystals. This crystalline entity, almost achingly beautiful on its … Continue reading
Road To Portland: Part 2: The Failure Of Operation Deplorable
A thousand miles away the Analyst was watching a series of monitors. Drones were circling so high above the Curmudgeon’s forest that they might as well be satellites. Satellites were peering so intensely at the area they might as well … Continue reading
Road To Portland: Part 1: In Which A Financially Unsound Decision Is Made
The Curmudgeon had a choice to make. He stared at the crater and weighed his options. All of the squirrels were missing, an oak had exploded, and a bear was petrified. It was the government’s fault! Those bastards! He knew … Continue reading
Hunting With The Curmudgeon: Pics
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
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Hunting With The Curmudgeon: Pics Or It Didn’t Happen
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
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Hunting Poetry
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
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Hunting with the Curmudgeon: Part Seven: Last In Series
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
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