Bluegrass Deer Camp

Well, the past few weeks have been a study in mania; seems Anthony has "Ramble On" mastered and we are just waiting on the artwork to be finished. Brandon Durand is working on that, and it should be a hoot. Brandon's been doing the artwork for WinterFest the past three years---he draws the best elks hehe. Anyhow, in the interim Anth took the Deer Head tapes and mastered them as well, and he and the lovely and talented Jillian Griggs slapped together graphics and all that and had a feakin' CD in three days which has got to be some kind of land speed record for a CD. Rich Levy's recording was spot on and the damn thing sounds pretty good. Not as smooth as "Ramble On," but definitely a good listen.

In the meantime, Anth has convinced me that it wold be a good idea to spend the opening day of deer season with him in his capacious digs in Wellsboro. Any other year I wouldn't even have considered it; I've been hunting the pines for over thirty years now, and I've taken dozens and dozens of deer from there.

But this past summer the gas company scaved out a fifty yard wide swath like a big field running right through the pines, and there are five new houses up on top of the hill. To top it off, soem wanker by the name of ******* bought up the last lot on the access road that I've been using to park, and even though it is a right-of-way, he's decided to be a butthead about it and blocked it off.

That's illegal and stupid, as I explained when I found his fat ass leaning on the hood of my van last year on the first Saturday and he told me he didn't want me hunting on land I have permission to hunt and on which I have walked lo these many years.
I was nice to him when I first saw him there, explained all about the right-of-way and how it didn't matter if I parked there near his house or on top of the hill, as I would still be hunting the same spot, safely away from his home. That, he said, was not the point, he was worried about the emotional damage deer hunters sould do to his delicate daughter. I told him that I certainly would be cicumspect when I drug my deer out, check to see that there were no little impressionalble darlings prancing about in the yard, but he didn't want to hear it.
"I didn't ask you to hunt here," he said. And I said, " I didn't ask a hundred thousand assholes from New Jersey and New York to move here, either, but I'm dealing with it."

Then he said " I'm from Blairstown." Like that was different, like that was some kind of exemption. Pah! Last I checked, Blairstown was still in Noo Joisey.

So I'll take anthony's invite, although I am concerned, because the Smith brothers are going to be there, and Neil is threatening to come along, so that means late night sessions. I blush to admit that I have combined bluegrass with fishing, drinking, writing, crafting, wood-working and chain-sawing, book-signing, pig-roasting and a myriad of other pursuits.

Never with hunting,though. ehhe Should be interesting, and there are some massive deer running around out there in the big woods.
Odd how the plot of Bluegrass has all turned out to be mostly true. Odd, and sad, too.
So I'll spend the first days out there in Wellsboro, playing music and trying to blast the bejesus outta some huge buck, and the opening Saturday I'll be home and set up exactly 151 yards away from that butt-head's house and let 'er rip.

Maybe I'll even shoot at a deer hehe.
********I had his name up there, and he deserved it, but now I'm thinking that there might be nice people in his family so I took it out. hehe.