I really do intend to take an hour and brace that target stand. Just need to find a sharp drill bit and rummage up a couple of bolts. Bolts will stop being a problem once I score a couple of boxes of nuts and washers for that allthread I found the other day – dull drill bits are an eternal issue.
I like this rig for the game camera. The mount is made for screwing into trees, which will be occasionally useful. But since lately I’m leaving the gamecam at various places around the wash and there are no trees, I just dig a quick hole in the sand and stick this 4X4 into it. Not exactly hidden, but I think mostly the camo is intended to prevent people from finding and stealing the camera and that’s not a huge problem here. I think we’ve established that, at least at night, the camera is obtrusively visible to the animals.
On July 30 of last year, or just slightly less than a year ago, Claire opined that the dozen bottles Big Brother sent me would be “a normal lifetime’s supply of crack sauce.”
That’s the last bottle.
And last evening I unlocked the front door, returned the furniture, and declared the sittin’ porch open for business once more. Just in time for a surprise fireworks display at the county fairgrounds eight or ten miles away as the raven flies. Surprising both because I’m in a hollow and can’t normally see more than an occasional glimpse of it, and because a lot of other surrounding areas had announced fireworks cancellations because the area’s so dry. Guess these folks figured there’s no forest or grassland around here to burn?