I Deserved It

Fresh snowfall piled heavy on limbs and smothered the ground in a thick layer of fluff.  Getting a late start, other trail users had already pounded a worn path through the powder, to include fat-tired mountain bikes.

Moustache Unplugged #23

hehehe....undetected, I take the opportunity to work on my letter.....

Dear Shameful Hunter,

Look at him!  Grace and beauty have been replaced by glazed, partially opened eyes.  Like a plush piece of red carpet, his thick tongue is unnaturally rolled out of the corner of his mouth with coagulated blood sloppily spattered throughout his heavy nape of neck guard hairs.

Ghosts of the Forest

Spending time with my mistress, it’s good for the soul.  But, my “Spidey-sense” says I’m being watched…

Moustache Unplugged #12

hehehe....undetected, I take the opportunity to work on my letter....

Dear Fellow Appalled Citizens,

On January 1, 2013, two police officers, one on duty and the other home after calling in sick, teamed up together for an incredibly outrageous crime in the quiet city streets of Boulder, Colorado. Under the cover of darkness, the on-duty officer stalked "Big Boy" through street lamps, front porch lights and leftover Christmas decorations. While Big Boy grazed in a yard under a crab apple tree, a bullet ripped through him and ended his life.  The officers' plan was in full motion. It wasn't even close to resembling a hunt, but merely a greedy killing and a wanton destruction of life.

Good Day

Huffing and puffing and bitching at my bum leg that is taking way too long to mend (at least in my mind), I keep my chin tucked while marching up the mountain. Physical therapy at its best. Screw that room full of antiseptic stench and therapists who uncomfortably touch me. I can stretch what needs to be stretched and exercise what needs to be exercised without smelling mothballs, bad breath, sour feet and questioning the hygeine of who last sprawled on the equipment they ask me to lay across. Doc told me to let pain be my guide...so, bring it on!

Wilderness and Wolves

"A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is hereby recognized as an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain."

Howard Zahniser, author of The Wilderness Act 

It took over sixty drafts and eight years before President Lyndon B. Johnson signed The Wilderness Act into law on September 3, 1964. Originally, 9.1 million acres of federal land was protected which has now bloomed to over 109.5 million acres today. Beings that there are 640 acres in a square mile, today's Wilderness protected lands are around 171,093.75 square miles. (For comparison sake, total acreage of California [land and water] is 163,694.74 square miles.) Wonderfully, that's quite a bit of preserved territory protected from mans' vices.