Saturday, March 8, 2014
Victor, a great hunter, and long time quad and motorcycle rider, has been one of my ‘consultants’ on which ATV to buy. Some women like to discuss men but guys are much more likely to almost form ad hoc community committees when it comes to buying a new vehicle. Everyone has had good advice but the Yamaha Kodiac ATV won the day.
’Did you know the Chilliwack Gun Show is on this weekend?” Victor asked
“No. I’ve wanted to go but I just spent all my money on a new ATV."
“I’m going this afternoon.” Victor said.
I then phoned Tom to see if he was back from Toronto visiting his Dad. He had my controller cable for my winch which I need, (because I’m getting old and fearful) to assist getting my Honda motorcycle I’d traded in on the ATV, on the back of my F350 truck. He was in, and he had my winch controller.
“I’m going to the Chilliwack Gun show. Why don’t you come?"
“Now there’s a plan."
So I bought the Yamaha Kodiac 450 ATV at Daytona Motorsports in Surrey. I’ll pick it up later when the accessories are all mounted. Gilbert and I were driving in the Mazda Miata. It was pissing rain. An hour and a half to get to Chillicach. The Heritage Centre is just on the west end of Chilliwack.
At first I left Gilbert in the car. Only $5 entrance fee. Two huge rooms of really good stuff in the Heritage centre. I began to look about. .
Whenever I said to some guy with a table full of guns and knives, “I have enough guns and knives”, he’d answer, “Why do you think my wife sent me here."
Tom found me and when we saw another little dog on a leash we both figured Gilbert should be with us. He went hysterical seeing his friend Tom.
Back in the gun show we were most impressed with the incredible shot guns from Europe, England and Scotland. They were being sold for $5 to $15000. I got my first shot gun for $300 and my last one was still only $800. So there’s quite a range in guns. The workmanship is the thing. There were $100 guns and $30,000 dollar guns. They even had 50 caliber sniper rifles. All manner of Civil War rifles with bayonets and black powder creations as well.
I talked with a whole group of incredibly knowledgeable gun enthusiasts discussing my much loved Ruger 30:06 rifle and how I might consider having a back up rifle or alternative which shot further. I’ve shot moose with my 30:06 at 400 yards using a 180 grain bullet but the guys with the 300 win magnum rifles said the 300 win mag would punch a heavy hit at 600 to 800 yeads. I’m hearing a lot of food things about 300 mags. The 338 would even hit something at 1000 yards. Not many of the big game hunters were recommending the Lapua but they said it was a whole lot of fun for them to target practice hitting targets a thousand yards away.
Most of the equipment was used but in great shape. I loved seeing enfield 303’s given their WWI history and the Canadian Ross Rifle. There was a lot of history there from various wars Canada or America had been ing Lots of military and civilian folk browsing everything including memorabilia, mukluks, jewelry, and all manner of swords and knives.
Tom and I had another really good chat about the newer better made ammo, especially Hornaby’s super loads, which were almost as good as the hand loads. A lot of hand loaders and hand loading equipment was there. I haven’t done that in 25 years and don’t want to get back into it any time soon but I liked hearing all the news about new ammo.
The trouble everyone was having was getting stock in the states because apparently Obama’s government is buying up huge supplies of ammo and outfitting all the government folk in addition to police. Sounded fairly ominous but that’s the nature of rumours. There were definitely some survivalists there. Tom and I were both eying the boxes of rations that were good for 10 years at $10 a meal and came with their only little heating pad.
I was more interested in the survival break down 22’s and break down single shot shot guns which all sold out. These were very popular when I worked up north and every bush pilot had one. I had a Marlin 22 breakdown rifle but the clip jammed and after I got the ruger 22 with it’s amazing semi auto clip I’ve never used any other 22 rifle. I just wish Ruger would make a back pack model.
We had a great chat with the RCMP folk there to assist with transport and transfer. I’d wanted to know more about the new laws for pistols and transport to gun clubs. It used to be 20 years ago when I had a pistol license that you had to get permission every trip to the range but now it’s not so onerous as long as you belong to a hand gun range.
As Canadians we’re really fortunate today to have the most reasonable and strictest gun licensing. I still don’t think our judges are on the same page when they don’t get tough with people having illegal guns. At the same time the judges in Alberta were on the right page when the police had a fascist moment and used a flood situation to enter peoples homes and search and impound their guns. I like to think our RCMP wouldn’t go off the reserve like that. I really would like the judges to come down really hard on anyone with illegal guns given the hassle all us law abiding citizens have been put through.
Certainly the RCMP people we talked to today were great. A young woman RCMP was most helpful with information. We discussed the need for more gun ranges where people could store their hand guns like I saw in the states.
None of this really affects me unless they allowed me one day to carry a hand gun in the woods when I’m hunting for game. I could see the benefit of having a pistol when I’m bow hunting bear. My love of guns though is the same as my love of fishing rods. It’s a product of my taste buds and stomach. Definitely an extension of my love for wild food.
That said Gilbert and I both really enjoyed MacDonalds burgers we had on the way to the show. As usual he almost climbed out my window through the drive through window to help the staff prepare his patty just the way he likes it. His little tail wags fiercely when he sees the golden arches.
I got into a discussion about marinades with another fellow who had been raised on ‘wild meat’ as I had. I sure am enjoying the wonderful gift of venison I got this year. I talked with another older fellow selling rifles and we both bemoaned being skunked these last 2 years. Neither of us had had the time to be out hunting more than a week or so. I waxed poetic salivating about the elk I’d shot the year before and he was just as excited when he told me how good a mule deer he’d shot tasted the year before that.
I liked all the women there. No high heels or party dresses but it was pretty obvious that the girls out there today would clean up real nice. They were a whole lot more than ‘ornamental’. Lots of country folk but many like me had come out from Vancouver.
I was real happy, since I’d spent all my money on the ATV, that I got out of there not buying a rifle. We never did find Victor. This might have been good because with Tom and Victor’s assistance I might well have been convinced to get one of those beautiful 300 win magnums with high powered scopes that were selling for half the list price at least. .
I didn’t get out quite unscathed, though. I bought a fabulous little knife from Mike n Sons Custom Knives, (Mike Pisio) Kamloopsmikesknives@hotmail. He makes them himself out of high grade 440 steeland even as I stood there his elk horn handled big one and the rosewood handled big knife were bought up. I’d been eyeing both covetously but had resisted. I asked him what the swamp kauri ‘wood’ was, he had labels beside the handles of each knife on his table.
“it’s millions of year old swamp wood they’ve been digging up in New Zealand.”
That’s how I spent a $125 on a knife I didn’t need but will thoroughly cherish knowing the wood is that old. Another hunting knife I have and love has a handle made from ancient fossil. I also once had a knife made from asteroid but gifted that to my spacey nephew. It was just too lovely to actually use hunting or fishing. My knives are tools. The ‘art’ and ‘craftsmanship’ in the knives and rifles speaks to the centuries of competence and tool bearing that brought us to this cell phone computer age. I really respected all the history present in this show.
I’m just thankful Victor told me and Tom was able to join me. Gilbert and I had a really great time.
Gilbert’s new wheels! The Yamaha Kodiak 450 ATV is the most recommended ATV. I’d had a Polaris 500 and it had more power than I needed for hunting. Some said the 350 was the least they’d go for a Hunting ATV and the 450 got the greatest ratings all round. My friends who have them say they’re the best and most fun, a lot to do with lighter weight and better engines than competitors. I read the reviews and everyone thought it was best hunting machine.
The big Yamaha side by sides with roof, like an off road golf cart, certainly have their advantages but are too big for my truck bed. Further I have a toy hauler and in summer want to carry my Harley and a quad in the garage. This is perfect dimensions for 2 vehicle garages whereas the 550 Yamaha is bigger.
Patrick, a fellow hunter, and off road quad enthusiast, was my salesperson at Daytona Motorsports on King George in Surrey. He helped me with outfitting. Daytona Motorsports also have another store on East Hastings in Vancouver. Warren was great too. Indeed, all the staff at Daytona were great.
Gilbert is getting his passenger seat back. He’ll be harnessed in when we’re travelling and easily unsnapped when we get off the quad for game. I’ve a winch and extra jerry can basket, heated guarded hand grips, gps iPhone holder, chainsaw carrier and a handle bar gun rack as well as well as full scabbard mount. I had a mirror mounted so I could look back on Gilbert. I also got the mount installed for the snow plow. I think it's a feature that sells better in Eastern Canada, especially Winnipeg and Ottawa.
The new feature I really think I’m going to like is the detachable ‘stealth’ exhaust. It quiets the engine for hunting but can be unbolted for summer fun quad riding. As for colour, I decided on the green rather than the cammo.
Bear hunting season opens next month so now I’ve a quad and a good excuse to ride around in the backwoods with a camera, a rifle and my best pal, Gilbert.
Width 1,093mm (43.0'')
Height 1,120mm (44.1'')
Wheelbase 1,233mm (48.5'')
Ground Clearance 275mm (10.8'')
Seat Height 850mm (33.5'')
Wet Weight 286 kg (631 lb) - ready to ride full of fuel and oil
Fuel Capacity 15 liters
Towing Capacity 500 kg (1,100 lb)
Color(s) Dark Blue
Realtree® AP HD™ Camouflage
Warranty One year (unlimited mileage)
Monday, March 3, 2014
Thank you all who have wished me happy birthday. It’s raining heavy. Gilbert woke me early wanting to pee. He just had his birthday too.
We walked in the woods after that. My back hurt. It was wet. I liked the smell of the fresh wet morning forest air. I liked that the snow was gone. It was warm enough but wet. Gilbert peed on every single branch, every single branch.
He’s napping now. He came in and ate dry food. Lots of happy dog chomping noises. I had to throw the ball a bit. Odd that tennis players play with these yellow dog balls. I’ve meditated and prayed. But God did not levitate me. No shining light appeared. No bearded guy walked into my head in white robes. The Rapture didnt take me. 't just got a little quieter. I prayed.
I don’t exercise enough or pray enough or walk the dog enough. It’s a good start to a new year. I’m about to have my second coffee. I had a nap till a friend woke me. They were flying back from Toronto. Waiting in the airport, thought of me. How kind.
I don’t feel like doing much. Other years on birthdays I’ve driven to Seattle, taken a weekend at the Harrison Hot springs, gone up to Whistler, but despite taking a day off, all I’ve done this weekend is minor errands. I’ve bought myself a new watch and gone to church. I’ve hung out with Gilbert.
We’re living in a dog house. It’s been a month since my friend, (I simply can't call her a cleaning lady since she's smarter, wiser, more accomplished than me, but comes over and cleans up my place because I remind her of her brother and she's doing a lot of jobs so she doesn't have to get back into the 9-5 institutions), came by to tidy and clean.
For a week or two after that it’s a human dwelling then Gilbert ascends and I devolve. There’s even socks on the kitchen floor, dirty dishes in the sink. Some male slobs live here. No bad smells or mould or slime but there’s a general messiness. My place looks like an adolescent’s bed room especially the floor.
I would not invite someone over. The empty Ray and Gerry ice cream carton the dog has beside his bed probably should go in the garbage soon. I’ve been good at taking that out daily, since the dumpster is next to where I park my car.
There are books everywhere. The Post American World by Fareed Zakaria is almost finished. Shackled Continent by Robert Guest is down on the floor. Coffee with Isaac Newton has a book mark in it. I've not started Dudley Popes Galleon. St Petersberg Eyewitness Travel - I've read the history and browsed all the tourist sites. Dr. Phillip Ney's essay Why Kingsdom Rise, Why Kingdoms Fall: History Makes Sense of All. They're all on the shelf behind the couch in easy reach. I sometimes lie here reading them or read bits between commercials. If I don't read between the commercials I get up and go to the fridge. There should be a class action suit against commercials by the obese of America.
The Canadian Book of Common Prayer, I read the morning prayer yesterday, remembered when I read it religiously, had been a while, comforting and uplifting., Eyewitness Travels Russia, I've read the history and sights, Russian for dummies. I'm not making much headway with that. Different alphabets get me. Like the Hebrew I studied last year. (Why can't everyone just use the alphabet we have, 10 thousand years ago, really, the ancients were so arbitrary and contrary, we really need to get a time machine to get their languages in line with my limitations.) Falling Upwards by Richard Rohr - it hasn't been opened but I read his contemplations daily on the internet.
For Sinners Only, The Book of the Oxford Groups, A.J, Russel, I got a chapter into that and distracted, must get back to it. Really good history of the early 12 step origins. I've got more books in the bed. I've been reading Nigel Tranters Scottish Grey series a page or two at a time before I fall asleep.
I've got a couple of dvds lying near me on this table. I notice that I watched Nebraska last night and will probably get to Adventurer tonight. I've had the Pussycat Dolls work out series on the table for a couple of weeks and it's still in the cellophane. How about that. I thought scantily dressed young women would trick me into working out in front of the tv but so far I'm too sophisticated for that.
I also have a Tai Chi dvd which I thought I'd use to remind me of the patterns I once knew so well, but that's not out of the cellophane either. The couch and refrigerator have been well used in contrast. There's three channel changers on the table, one for cable, one for the VHS and one for netflix. I have a little amp beside me the couch and had the guitar going again.
It's all a mess. Every surface is covered. Lots of external hard drives around this macbook air. Tetrabeyondgigs and megabytes proportion little packages and I remember when an external hard drive was the size of the computer and carried very little memory.
I’m always reading several books at a time and I've got some science texts and novels on the go on the Kindle. There’s never enough space. I need a clutter blackhole from the future which would suck everything up into a tiny space and hold it between uses, then spew it out in tact when I needed it.
I have had this sense of limitation these last few years. I feel like for the first time I see the horizon of heaven or hell. I believe it's heaven but then I know bad guys think they're going to hell and that's okay with them. They wouldn't want to go to heaven. I want to go to Mark Twain or CS Lewis's idea of heaven. I have been journeying this way all my life but now I see the future like a mountain on a vast plain. There’s a destination called death out there and I’m considering it more. Things like bucket lists mean something to me.
I’m more intolerant of the stupid and pompous and smug which is my latest excuse for lack of patience. That said I’m rarely as rude as I was when I was younger and I was passionate about time. Now I feel this too shall pass. Ironically I bought a new watch for my birthday present to myself.
Relationships have become so much more important for me. I was so alone for a while and now I’ve opened up to really enjoying those around me and their individual lives. I”m more content and less driven.
Thoughts of revenge pass through my mind since I have nothing to lose like never before. Yet I don’t care to waste the time on such silliness. I value my time differently.
The past seems sometimes like yesterday and sometimes like another life away. The journey is good though. All of it. Mostly I’ve gained some compassion for myself and others who rule. No one is safe from death.
Old age is up there somewhere and I’m considering it differently too. Bithdays are times for reflection as much as celebration. I celebrate this life. I’m thankful for spirituality. I’m thankful for learning. I’m thankful for all the love.
PS: I’ve concluded TESTOSTERONE is Scalping Me though. .
I just swam 20 lengths in the pool. Crawl and backstroke are much more aggressive than breast stroke. Loved the jacuzzi. The jacuzzi is my friend.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
The movie told the story of people. Farming people. Bruce Dern was great. But they all were. Acting parts we all grew up with. Anyone whose known farming people, that’s what they’re like. My friend, Anil’s farming folk are from half a globe away. I don’t think it matters. The small towns and the womenfolk. The minimalism of it all. And the big sky. God the sky was big when I was growing up on the prairies. The distances were immense. The spaces between people could be like that too. Especially when people had known war.
And history changes. The different memories. The lies and fantasies and the way the mind plays tricks. Old people. It was a movie of old people but young people too. Different now. Not the young people back then. Back then it was just about chasing somen and cars. Now it’s still cars but other stuff.
I loved the movie. Like I’ve grown to love my relatives and family as I’ve grown older. I really thank the folk who made Nebraska. They got a whole lot right about what I remember from my childhood. The last days with Dad were like this. The scene with the brothers all in the living room watching tv. I’ve been a kid in that room with Dad and his brothers. The women in the kitchen chattering away, a real contrast to the silences of the men.
I expect it will win the Oscars. Otherwise a hat and some love would do. All a man really needs is family, a place to call home and a new truck.
Watching this movie I missed my dad and mom, my farming grandparents and the uncles and their wives. I’m big city folk now compared to the last time I visited the farm. All the old folk are dead and us young folk are called old by another generation.
Saturday, March 1, 2014
I am testing Just For Men Hair Color today. It says it’s fool proof so if any thing goes wrong I plan to sue the company because I think I’ve got friends who’d be glad to be character witnesses that I can truly be a fool.
It’s really simple, that’s for sure. No fuss, no muss. I just combed it on and now I’m waiting 10 minutes to wash it off. if I’m off a minute or two it says thats okay too.
I had washed my hair and it says that I have to have dry hair.
Some friends, perhaps not so vain as I, use it and recommended it.
I noticed when I was putting it on that there was significantly more thinning hair at the top. Perhaps Just for Men Hair Color will come out with a product one day like those the ladies use for eye lashes, a volumizer. I could use that. In fact there’s a patch where I could use that other thing I saw in the ‘beauty accesorizor department’ of London Drugs, called a ‘concealer’.
This stuff just combed on real easy and the whole head is black
Time to wash it off
Well that was easy with the hose attachment leaning over the tub. I needed the hose attachment. I don’t know if I could have done it in the sink without a whole lot of mess. All manner of black stuff.
Now that’s the right colour of my hair. 10 years younger looking. Just have to get the face lift and liposuction to match.
I don’t care if the old lady comment on viagra, was why put a new flag pole on a condemned building.
This condemned building has a new roof and I like it.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Ford: "I 'm with you there, Princess."
Miata: "Then he drove me off the ferry on Vancouver Island through Victoria to a place called Sooke. It was snowing. Yes snowing. You know I can’t stand snow. I'm a sports car. You know we're not made for snow. It's all wet and slippery. I know they call them all terrain tires but they mean all terrain Arizona or California but certainly not all terrain Canada. I had the awfullest time not sliding off that highway.
Ford: "I know what you mean there. That cold wet slush even creeps out my big boy tires."
Miata: "It's kind of you to say that But then you know what the awful brute did ? ! He took me right off the road up this logging road into the woods. He said he was going to Mount Joy College. Hope Alive! I thought when we started up that road. It was so slippery I was sliding backwards at times. Mount Joy is a Christian society. Well, I can tell you this road was made for donkeys. Not that I saw much of that gravel road. It was a miracle I survived.
That road was so steep and covered all over with snow and slush and ice. It went right over my tires. My beautiful bottom was scraping on cold snow all the way up that mountain. That brute was using me as a snow plow.
He finally stopped. Only got half way up I heard later. He's not completely daft. But he left me on the road. Right there. Took that dog and left. It was a horrible night. A foot of snow fell on me. I was all alone in the wilderness. It was a horrible horrible night.
Ford: "You see. I told you about him and you didn't believe me. Didn't I tell you about that time he put us in the ditch and kept me out in the cold all night with only that man sized fire keeping him warm. Lucky my oilcan didn't freeze that night."
Miata: "I know I didn't believe but I've seen his true colours. He's always treated me nice untill now. Drove me a little fast mind you at times but no outright abuse like this. The next day when he came to get me, he drove me right into the ditch. He wasn't actually aiming me at the ditch. I just slid there myself because of the ice and gravity but he should have considered that.
My poor little skin took a dint from a mean nasty branch. You know I’m not meant for such brutality. If there was an organization for the abuse of automobiles I’d phone them and report him after what he did to me. He and those other Christians tried to get me out of the ditch but then left me, all of them. They piled into a jeep saying they had to get to Church. At least they took that dog with them.
Christians, they call themselves. Christians and they leave me, a veritable princess of a car, stuck in the wet and snow surrounded by wilderness and trees over loaded with snow. They were actually breaking and leaving branches all over that road. One big big tree cracked right over top of me. I thought I was a goner for sure. But I’m lucky. Animal didn’t maul me out there. But they could have. Nothing stopping stopping thieves from abducting me. The Christians went off to church claiming they’d pray for my release."
Ford: "I've been with him a lot of times and I'd say it was the prayers not that got us out of those stupid situations he puts us in out hunting alone by himself in that wilderness. I never believed in prayers much but I've seem impossible things. So what happened?"
Miata: "They returned. They put a rope under my undercarriage with no thought of decency. Then they dragged me down the mountain like I was a log. In this dry stretch between a steep ravine and a rocky cliff he decided he could turn around. Didn't ask my opinion. It was so tight that he had to have one man standing at the front while another at the back. They'd shout stop so I didn't go bounding over the ravine and down the side of the mountain. Then the other guy would shout stop when that brute back up only an inch or two before almost smacking my pretty rear against that mountain side. It was unbearable anxiety. Not that he cared.
After, he actually skied me down the rest of that mountain logging road, tapping my brakes while I was in terror. I especially hated those switchbacks where the snow had accumulated. I went swerving around them like I was going to slide over the side any minute. It was a nightmare, a sheer nightmare.
I don't even remember how we got across that city with all those slippery roads. I was in shock until I was again in that dark place on the ferry with that forever happy overly enthusiastic long nailed dog. Then more slipping and sliding on the highway with all that slush. I’m just lucky I got back here alive. All the while you, the big bruiser who should have been making this trip were sitting on your toosh in this parking lot."
Ford: “I’m sorry Princess. At least now you'll believe me when I tell you what he does with me. Doesn’t even bother if there’s a road and sometimes straps that huge house of his to my ass. As well he expects me to carry his motorcycle. That motorcycle acts nice around you because he has a thing for you but with me he's the most supercilious ass. Loves sitting there up on my back laughing at me as I do all the miles and he gets off just for the glory work.
Miata: "I believe you now. I'm no innocent when it comes to his way with vehicles. I"ve seen it first hand. He can't be trusted. No respect."
Ford: "Now don’t you worry, Princess, with all this snow I’m sure he won’t make you work tomorrow. It’s my turn for his abuse. I just hate when he takes me into Vancouver and tries to squeeze me into those impossibly small parking spaces. I can see why you like executive parking and cities but they’re lost on me. It's so crowded and there's people walking across the road at Main and Hastings and they're not even there. Half the drivers don't know how to drive. The other half are on their cell phones. I'd rather be out in the country with him. He's not so bad when we're alone but when he brings his RV or that motorcycle along, that's when I'm fed up."
Miata: "Give me a city and a highway any day compared to wilderness mountains and logging roads.
At least we’re having a break from the seagulls where he parks us by the ships."
Ford: "I hate those seagulls."