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Took a good long while to work through all the menu options, and get the game camera taking pictures when I expected it to rather than at widely- and randomly-spaced moments within a given interval. But I think we have it now.
There are places near the edge of the wash where I often see small animal tracks other than the usual cottontail. Often wondered what they are, so one of the places I wanted to try a game camera is low on the wash bank at one of those places. Maybe in a couple of days I’ll learn something!
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They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. It means “The Ultimate Argument of Kings,” and that always struck me as one of the most honest and up-front things any ruler or would-be ruler ever said. “We can dress it up prettier than this, but when it comes down to the unvarnished truth this is what it’s about: You’ll do as I say or I’ll send my goons to kill you.”
I thought about that for a long time. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. But we all know that’s not going to happen. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets.
It finally came to me – and that’s when I abandoned the city and most of my stuff, and gave all that was behind me a good stiff Randian Shrug.
The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.
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And you WILL post the pictures here, right? 🙂
If any come out, sure. That’s what the whole thing’s about.
Good luck — you probably will be surprised by what you get!!
We set up a trailcam on the front porch and saw a coon trying to figure out how to open the door. It’s a bit disconcerting…
Give him enough time, and he might just figure it out. Pet doors are no challenge at all to racoons.
Survived another year, have a safe and interesting 2018 everyone, and more adventure reports from the gulch of course.
“Survived another year,” Let’s not jinx things Terrapod! My calendar says that we still have a half day to go in this year, so there is still time for things to go to hell.
By all means, have a safe and healthy 2018 everyone. 🙂
Amen to that.