Merry X-Mas To All

Kaiser and I wish you and your family a safe and Merry Christmas.  If your sense for humor is  juvenile and immature like mine this video should put a smile on your face.  If not I'd recommend you don't watch.

The video from the last hunt.  It's shitfree I promise.

Kaiser's Turns Five

 Happy Birthday buddy! 

Department of Fish and Game Loses The Game, Now Wildlife

For whatever reason, this retarded state of California has changed the name of the Department of Fish & Game to Department of Fish and Wildlife at the beginning of this year.  Why would they do such a thing?  Who knows but in the opinion of this sportsman there is an agenda among antis to chip away our ability to hunt. 

The definition of game:  animals under pursuit or taken in hunting; especially : wild animals hunted for sport or food (2) : the flesh of game animals

The definition of wildlife:  living things and especially mammals, birds, and fishes that are neither human nor domesticated

One word- the old word- has implications of hunting and sport.  The other is merely living things and had no implication of sport or hunting.

This is a subtle way to slowly chip away at our rights to hunt.  Call me paranoid but in a state with so many non-sportsman and antis I think my hypothesis is on the money.  When a DFG commissioner loses his job for legally hunting a mountain lion in another state in Idaho, than you know this state is out of control.  Let us not forget that certain hunts are now banned from using hounds.  Its only a matter of time an attempt ban all types of hunting with a dog. 

Given the current economic condition of California, is it prudent to change the name?  Don't we have bigger issues to handle.  How much will this name change cost?  Remember all logos from banners, uniforms, hats, patches, decals, websites, etc. need to be eventually changed.  All that is time and MONEY that this state does not have.  Keep in mind all uniformed DFW workers pay for their uniforms and hats etc. (although they get a small stipend but I've been told it is not enough). 

California again you prove how stupid you really are.  It is no wonder every other state in this union hates your guts.  And rightfully so.  I labeled this under humor because California you're a joke.

Bond with a 500 NE?

I just ran across this on youtube.  The new Bond features a Anderson Wheeler 500 NE double rifle.  When I was younger I used to love Bond films, now that I am an adult I find them a bit silly even a bit lame.  What I wouldn't find lame would be seeing some of these lame celebrity types actually shooting the 500NE with real bullets opposes to blanks.  Now that would be funny.  Something like this:


Now I'd pay to see that!

For God's Sake People, Be Careful Out There!

With hunting season now long over, many of us are now venturing off to our local streams with fly rod in hand in search of some wild trout.  I caution those who are, beware of poison oak!  Recently I learned that my fishing buddy Tuck has been infected.  Infected so bad that he had to go to the emergency room.  The contamination spread throughout his body including his cock and balls.  Yup.  You heard me.  ON HIS JUNK!  When Chul first notified me that Tuck had suffered this horrible fate, my first reaction was, like any good fishing buddy's would be, not of empathy or pity, but to laugh my ass off.  Laughed so hard I nearly peed myself.  Yes.  I am that kind of "buddy."  The type that laughs at a friend's misfortune.  I think that type of person is what is commonly referred to as a "Douche."  In my defense Chul too was laughing his ass off when he told me.  So I guess he's a douche too.

It has been a few weeks now since Tuck and I have fished together and it was then where he was infected.  His roommate Tyson who joined us that day surprisingly went unharmed.  This is rather odd since the majority of the time Tuck was beside Tyson because he was teaching him to fly fish.  Tuck is now recovering and has let me know that he'll most likely be close to 100% within a week.  I personally have never had the misfortune of any type of burning sensation, rashing or blistering on or near my junk, and god willing never will, so I can't possibly imagine how excruciatingly painful it must be.  I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemies (well maybe some antis or PETA members), let alone one of my friends.

Heel up buddy.  You poor bastard.  You poor itchy-crotch-on-fire bastard.  At least you have another story...A good one too!

And Tuck I hope you aren't upset I posted this story, don't worry no one reads this crappy blog anyway.  Although I have not known you for long, I do know you won't care because you are good humored but if you do, I don't care.  Afterall I'm a douche, remember?  If one good thing has come about from this, at least the skanks of the San Diego bar scene are safe...temporarily...until Tuck heels.