Just Fudding Around

Beavers are feasting on trees on my property. Well, at least one beaver is doing so. Where I live, it’s legal for property owners to hunt or trap beavers causing damage on their property.

Now, trapping beavers sounds like work. So I have been going out in the evening to see if I can find one of these danged beavers at work and introduce it to a little lead sphere, just about half an inch in diameter.

Last night, I was out with my Traditions Pennsylvania rifle. I went out again this morning to see if I could spot a wily wabbit. I didn’t see any wabbits, even though–exercising my best Fudderite attributes–I was vewwy, vewwy quiet.

And, yes, it’s wabbit season. And, yes, there are wily wabbits on my pwopetty. One is usually hanging out under my deck.

Below is a photo that I took of myself after my little tramp through my little bit of woods. Since I was on my property, I didn’t bother with blaze orange anything.

As for my jacket: That’s an old sport coat that I have had for many years. Recently, I realized that it’s actually the perfect color to blend into the fall colors around here.

I know. My lapel was flipped up. I didn’t notice that until after I took the photo. And I didn’t feel like taking another.

It was a great morning. I sat on the deck for a while after my short pretend hunting expedition and drank coffee.

This old man has cardiac sarcoidosis, an autoimmune disorder that causes inflammation of the heart (well, one wall of the heart). I’ve had a few challenges lately. In the last few days, though, I’ve felt reasonably well. I’m happy that I can spend this time in a beautiful spot, having fun packing around my flintlocks and pretending like I might actually shoot something.

I’m not averse to blood sports. But I don’t actually have to shoot anything. For me, it’s just getting outside, walking around and taking in the beauty of this world.