miceail's misadventures

How many roads must a man walk down, before you call him a man? How many seas must the white dove sail, before she sleeps in the sand? The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind

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A young guy getting older, figuring his place in the world by seeing it. Trying not to live with regret but living with sacrifices made. Getting by with height, humor and humility

Saturday, November 22, 2008

blam blam

when in rome.... do as the romans do.


i guess the same is now applying to alberta. out in the woods i got my first opportunity to shoot. not gonna lie it was pretty fun but my ears are still ringing. i'd like to say i was like tom berenger in sniper but it was so dark i can't confirm any direct hits. our boy vance took us out. this dude is INTO the hunting stuff... actually alot of them are. they got like hunting mags, basically just dumby's from saskatchewan holding up the heads of blasted bambi's like they did something special. there is dvds of hunts, where i'm guessing they show you techniques and trophy kills. little survivor man had setup game cameras in the cutlines behind where we were at. motion activated so that you can see what kind of wildlife is around. dude was setting off scent bombs, following tracks... all kinds of stuff, all new to my ass though. i honestly didn't know people were into this kinda stuff.



T was walking around like elmer fudd in those old cartoons... pretty funny


haha token posing



yesssir. poppin my shootin cherry



vance out there making sure we don't kill ourselves. check dude cammo'd out! even the gun had winter cammo