“Goin’ up to the country, where the water tastes like wine…”
Sometimes you just need to get away, right?
I don’t think this is the first time I’ve led off a post with those words, but it’s true enough every time. And it seems like every time I do it, I’m getting away to one of the Native Hunt properties. I’m awfully fortunate to have a friend like T. Michael Riddle, who so willingly opens the gates to his properties to city-bound folks like myself when we need a dose of fresh air and open spaces. This past weekend, he opened the place not only to me, but to Hank Shaw (the Hunter Angler Gardener Cook blogger) and Holly (the NorCal Cazadora).
At any rate, I wasn’t there for the hunt, but Hank has written a highly entertaining account of his experiences on his own blog. It’s definitely worth the read.
Meanwhile, I just wanted to thank Michael once again for his generosity.
Oh, and Sam… if you’re reading this… how’s the eye?
Phillip,
What did you do to poor Sam! Didn’t he have a run in with a four wheeler a couple of months ago?
Best,
Albert
June 8th, 2009 at 12:54 pm
Phillip, you are SO MEAN to torture our Sam like that! You know that karma’s gonna come back and smack you for that – and right in the eye, too.
June 8th, 2009 at 6:21 pm
Canned Heat, circa 1970? L.A. boys from the Simi Valley area. Great tune!
Poor ol’ Sam is having a run ‘O’ bad luck in the hurt dept. ain’t he!
Glad to see you out there Phillip!
June 9th, 2009 at 6:32 am
Arthur, I’m afraid I’ve promised Sam that I wouldn’t disclose details. Let’s just say that, while I do seem to get the blame for the occasional misadventure down there, I take no responsibility for this one.
June 9th, 2009 at 7:12 am