Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Work, work, work......

I know people say work is a four letter work, but we all know it is not. Though I may loath the days when I get up at 330am to go to work and then return home after 8pm, hey its a job and the fam is taken care of. I think most of us agree it better then reading the unemployment ads and waiting on Uncle Sam to send up a check. Man was meant to work and work hard, "Toil upon the earth". The past two weeks have been pretty rough on me for sure. I have only hunted one time and that is it, no fishing, no diving, no surfing and heck I haven't even touched my bow in two weeks. I am going nuts!!!!

So to remedy this situation, I have decided to kick my hunting into high gear for the rest of the month. Duck, Bear, Pig and Quail are on the turf side on the hunt and for the surf side I am going to dive for lobsters and fly for trout and halibuts. It is time to kill something and stock the freezer for sure. No more driving all over creation staring at the bumper of Puris' and hybrid wind up cars in Los Angeles. I want to be looking down the barrel of my Browning or through my Spott Hog 7 Deadly Pins sight. That is what I want for Christmas Santa, I've been a good boy. Please!!!!!!!!

Also coming up are a few gear reviews first up to bat is the Tight Spot arrow quiver, so get ready for some Bearded Boar Lov'n.

Thanks all for staying with me all.

The Bearded Boar
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Saturday, September 24, 2011

Hands

I'm sitting here at work on a Saturday morning looking looking at my hands. They're not smooth, they are not pretty and they are not well taken care of. To be honest they are callused, dry, rough and curently a little cut up, blistered and bloody. My nails have paint on the, not nail polish (though I am from Cali, but thats not my thing), its auto paint from working on camera mounts for my bow and I've got a few thorns in my fingers from tearing out blackberry bushes at my house. This got me thinking, am I different than a lot of hard working people that made America great, no probably not, but i can say that I am in good company.

   I am proud of my hands, I actually like it when people say something like, "Man you hands are tore up!"  It's kinda funny, but to me it says that I work hard and dedicated.  That is something that is very important to me and something that I never want to loose.  You don't get hands like this typing on the computer or signing papers, it take practice and pain.


So to all the hard working, callused handed brethren out there this dirty cut up thumbs for you. Stay safe this weekend for those of you who are hunting or working.

So that being said I need to get back to work and remove some more chain link fence on my job site, with out gloves of course.

The Bearded Boar
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