Friends

            Friends can’t live with them but you can’t live without them it seems. As I sit here writing this blog I’m in party chat with some friends just listening to what they say. One second they’re calling and my favorite NASCAR driver fags, the next they’re acting like they didn’t say that and that we’re best friends. Not only do I wonder if this how other people’s friendships work I wonder how I’m supposed to easily forget these things.

            First of all after that forgive me for posting something not as funny as you have come to expect. As this is the last mandatory post and I have lost most or all ambition. Even as I write this I’m in an argument and maybe it’s because where both bull headed or what we just keep clashing. This also confuses me because I remember during my slicey times they would console me and make me feel better. But the next day I’d goof up and they would make me feel worse than before then ask me to go do something because we’re friends. I tell myself that this is just human nature and we all have our faults. But if make a joke about them in retaliation I’m the villain. In some cases I deal with it because it’s easier to burn a bridge than to build one.

            Hypocrisy like this confuses me because people say they hold friendship in such high regard yet they usually never do as they say. Now I’m not saying that joking around and name calling is bad, just when it’s repeated and said with meaning that makes me want punch things. I consider myself an alright Christian I go to church every Sunday and try to follow the basic teachings. Like turn the other cheek which I find myself doing quite often. But the bible doesn’t say just keep turning the other cheek everyone gets one free one.

            Friends can’t live with them but you can’t live without them it seems. As I sit here writing this blog I’m in party chat with some friends just listening to what they say. One second they’re calling and my favorite NASCAR driver fags, the next they’re acting like they didn’t say that and that we’re best friends. Not only do I wonder if this how other people’s friendships work I wonder how I’m supposed to easily forget these things.

            First of all after that forgive me for posting something not as funny as you have come to expect. As this is the last mandatory post and I have lost most or all ambition. Even as I write this I’m in an argument and maybe it’s because where both bull headed or what we just keep clashing. This also confuses me because I remember during my slicey times they would console me and make me feel better. But the next day I’d goof up and they would make me feel worse than before then ask me to go do something because we’re friends. I tell myself that this is just human nature and we all have our faults. But if make a joke about them in retaliation I’m the villain. In some cases I deal with it because it’s easier to burn a bridge than to build one.

            Hypocrisy like this confuses me because people say they hold friendship in such high regard yet they usually never do as they say. Now I’m not saying that joking around and name calling is bad, just when it’s repeated and said with meaning that makes me want punch things. I consider myself an alright Christian I go to church every Sunday and try to follow the basic teachings. Like turn the other cheek which I find myself doing quite often. But the bible doesn’t say just keep turning the other cheek everyone gets one free one.

Hunting stories

            As with fisherman so are hunter’s all having favorite story’s they like tell. I don’t have many but my dad has a literal shit ton. His favorite of mine is the barely legal deer story.

            Two years ago my dad was out trolling just before dark not expecting to see anything. And as it just turn’s illegal hunting time he gets a call. It’s from a very angry man whom I will call Bub rub who needs my dad opinion on a deer his old man just shot. Dad pulls up to his house and see’s Bub rub in his driveway smoking a butt and drinking a bud light. Bub rub brings dad out back and sees a small deer laying in the bucket of a john deer. Proudly standing next was an old man who must have just shot it because he was still wearing all his gear. Bub rub looked and said “Do you see any horns on that thing Jeffery?”  At first glance dad see any but the old man pointed to a little bump on the deer’s head. So dad parted some of the deer’s fur and sure enough there were two little horn bumps. So dad said “yup those are horns but barely the warden may not be too happy but whatever.” To which the old man said “See Bub told you it was legal.” So they loaded the deer up in there truck kicked her in the ass and went to the nearest weighing station.

            My only good hunting story is the embarrassing heater hunting story. Two or so years ago I got a doe permit so we were looking for doe’s too. So Dad and I were out heater hunting and as we were cruising along I looked back and saw I doe sitting still in a field. So I hollered at dad and told him turn around so he did and we crept up to the field. I got my gun loaded and ready looked down the scope and realized it was a fake deer for archery practice.