Give Me Liberty...

Jon Stram's picture

Once again, we’ve been brought face to face with the specter of an evil man taking the lives of a large number, 49 at present count, of our fellow human beings and fellow United States citizens.

Once again, we’re faced with the harsh reality of evil or misguided politicians or fellow citizens using a horrible event in the attempt to further their agenda.

What is that agenda? At its core, it is the attempt to control, through the taking away of liberties, from those with whom they disagree or fear.

Camo, Concealment, and Hiding in Plain Sight

Jon Stram's picture

It’s another rainy morning here at my cabin in Southeast Alaska. The boat motors are still in the shop; the salmon aren’t yet in the rivers; deer season is still two months away, so I’m sitting upstairs at my computer, looking out over my small acreage of young forest. Logged in 1994, the trees are now growing back so thick, and so fast, and so tall, you can barely see the ground!

Starting Over – Again

Jon Stram's picture

Thorne Bay, Alaska.  Home, finally, once more.  Or as much as that is possible, in this world.  In the words of that favorite old gospel song of mine, this world is not my home, I’m just a passing through. My treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue. The angels beckon me, from Heaven’s open door, And I can’t, feel at home, in this world, anymore.

This world is not my home, I’m just a passing through. My treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue. The angels beckon me, from Heaven’s open door, And I can’t, feel at home, in this world, anymore.

Elk Hunt Trail Diary: Day 12

Roberta Kellis's picture

Our last great hunt of the season. We know where they are but nobody will go in with us. The area is huge. Gary knows the area but one of the courses we need to take is "uncharted territory" as he stated. We told a few if the other hunters what our plan of attack was and they basically told us "good luck" because of the vast area and thick reprod.

Our last great hunt of the season.

Elk Hunt Trail Diary: Day 11

Roberta Kellis's picture

Really cold night last night. Woke up to 37°. By dawn it dropped to 34°. The frost on the ground is thick. It's so cold that the steel of my rifle is like ice on my fingers.

I dropped Gary off on an old road parallel to the areas we are hunting. The last fresh sign was way above and over. We are making sure that they didn't get pushed this way by all of the action on the other side.

Nothing. The only thing that has been here since it rained was a deer, a coyote, and another hunter.

Elk Hunt Trail Diary: Day 10

Roberta Kellis's picture

Another cold, foggy, wet morning. Starting off by staging a truck at our exit point and then checking the roads.

Staging a truck at our exit point.

Our first hunt took us back to yesterday's area only this time we will approach from the upper end, not the lower end.

Our first hunt took us back to yesterday's area.

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