Menschenjaeger (menschenjaeger) wrote,
menschenjaeger'll hit the tattered clouds...

I woke up at 4:30 this morning, to hunt. My dad used to wake me up at 4 or 4:30 so that we could bag ourselves a deer, or a turkey, or on rare occasions a bear. This morning's hunt was for insulators. Specifically, glass telegraph insulators on a few poles in Hellertown.

Like many of my old hunts with dad, I got skunked. But unlike deer or turkeys, who tended to simply ignore the fact they were expected to show up at a certain time/place, the insulators were there, perfectly punctual. If I had to guess, I'd say they'd even arrived early. Size, unfortunately, matters, and the pole I use for spinning insulators free from their pins was a foot or two short, even when I stood on an inverted steel drum. Don't ask. In the end, I had to leave empty handed. To put the morning in the plus column, I hit Waffle House for some scattered and smothered. I'm crazy with the jargon, here.

As for the weekend, I spent most of it physically and psychologically drained. I'm not sure why, really. The week leading up to it was pretty brutal, maybe that was all. Like always, Melissa and I found hilarity at every turn, and that's enough for me.
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