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Maybe someday I will feel comfortable leaving my family for adventures with you, but for now, I crave my homeground hunting time beyond description...
What I do need is maximum spirit. I need to wander my woods, feel its glow.
I need to sit for long periods and listen.
I need to grab fistfuls of earth and suck in its magic.
I need to discover new trails and plant food plots
I need to share my stories with my family at the dinner table each night
I need to take my dog on a scouting run.
I need to tidy up the hunting cabin for my huntin buddies who are as thrilled as I to gather around the campfire for opening day.
I need to cut firewood and gather kindling
I need to sweat my rear-end off hanging tree-stands.
I need to fix the tractor. And the chainsaw.
I need to find that perfect spot for a groundblind where my wheelchair bound US Military hero can whack a deer.
I need to get up extra early to check the wind direction.
I need to crawl on my hands and knees tracking a deer that defies science and gravity.
I need to keep more spare batteries in my pockets for the blood trailing flashlight.
I need to tinker with this bow and that gun, fidgeting continually with these amazing tools of my life.
I need to shoot lots of arrows and bullets to enjoy the challenging discipline of marksmanship and archery.
I need to join my buddies when they need help tracking their deer.
I need to constantly load my truck with more gear than Cabelas has sporting goods.
I need a new knife.
I need as many sunrises and sunsets beyond the pavement as I can possibly celebrate.
I need my family at the campfire as often as possible.
I need backstraps slathered in garlic butter.
I need a constant supply of red hot coals.
I need howling laughter with a bunch of workin hard, playin hard Americans.
I need abusive alarm clocks rattling me awake at 5am
I need a hug from the little boy and little girl who has honored me with their dying request to take them hunting.
I need more gut piles...
and yipping coyotes...
and squallering crows...
and gentle rains...
I need silence and solitude...
I need camaraderie and peace..
I need freedom..
I need to pursue happiness..
I need more guns and camo..
I need to hunt and kill my dinner..
I need to live like there is no tomorrow.
I certainly dont need a big buck
Yes I'll take him if he comes long,
but he sure aint a priority in my life..

-Ted Nugent

52 pullup pr

My right hand went numb, and I had no grip left, next time 60.

My A.M. workout

Instead of mirrors in our gyms...this is what us crossfitters get to look at...

50 pushup burpees
35 Sumo Deadlift Highpulls-95#
500m row
35 Sumo Deadlift Highpulls-95#
50 pushup burpees
Time=13:53

What is hidden in your food...

http://www.nutritiondata.com/topics/food-additives

chemicals for dinner anyone?

My A.M. workout today...

3rds
155lb power clean x 10
15 pullups
20 squats (to a 10inch target)
Time=5:33

Very good article...

http://www.nytimes.com/2002/07/07/magazine/what-if-it-s-all-been-a-big-fat-lie.html?pagewanted=1

read the entire thing...the title says it all...

The land of the free....

I just finished reading an article out of the book titled Tell Me No Lies. The article was titled Fast Food Nation by Eric Schlosser...this had quite an impact on me...

The large majority of workers in the slaughter houses are immigrants from Mexico, Guatemala and other countries, who are looking for a better life....so they come to America...

The knocker greets the cattle as they round the last corner, he puts a gun which is loaded with a steel bolt up to the cattle's head and pulls the trigger, pop, down goes the animal,knocked semi-unconscious still kicking out of reflex. He does this for 8 hours. Then the "sticker" slits the throat of this animal, he does this for 8 hours straight, one every 10 seconds. The animal is hung on a hook, oops falls off, gets its head caught in a conveyor belt, still half alive, problem solved, then its moved to the next worker who cuts the animal up with a power saw which he does for 8 hours straight...and this goes on and on...

Twenty years ago plants in High Plains were slaughtering 175 cattle an hour, now they are up to 400 cattle per hour. Working conditions are extremely dangerous, as workers are standing inches from each other with large knives, inches from machines..

A faster pace means more profit

Supervisors are known for handing out "Crank" aka Methamphetamine, to workers. These workers are employed at will which means they can be fired at any time without cause, giving the workers no choice but to continue to work, complaining=firing. It is the job of these slaughterhouse managers to cover up injuries as their bonus' are based on injury rate of their workers. "From a purely economic point of view injured workers are a drag, less productive, they are given some of the most unpleasant tasks in the slaughter house. Wages are cut and they are encouraged to quit".

A large portion of these immigrants work on the slaughterhouse cleaning crew. They walk through the building with hoses that spray water and chlorine, the entire building fogs up with steam, workers throw up from the fumes, another worker loses his 2 fingers in a machine(returns to work the next week), his manager said there was no reason he could not use his other hand. Homer Stull climbed into the blood collection tank to clean it, the hydrogen sulphide fumes caused this worker to fall 30 feet into the tank, two workers climbed in to save him, both died. The Occupational Safety and Health Administration fined National Beef 480$ per man for its negligence. OSHA inspectors look at the injury log book before inspecting a facility, if the injury rate is low enough they waive their inspection, which gives supervisors more incentive to cover up injuries. Injured workers go to "company doctors" which clear them to return to work no matter how serious their injuries are. One company doctor returned an injured worker, this worker went for a second opinion and had a disc injury. The worker ended up suing and winning 2 million from his employer.

All of this because we are a nation of corrupt individuals, corrupt government, who need to meet certain "requirements" at any costs, in order to process enough meat for fast food facilities and feed our hungry mouths...

The land of the free...?

Citation
Book
Tell Me No Lies. 2005. Thunders Mouth Press.

Article
Fast Food Nation. 2001. Eric Schlosser

Blinded....

This past weekend my mother-in-law had a heart attack. One of her arteries was 99% blocked causing 1/3 of the blood going to her heart to stop. Fortunately there was minimal damage to the heart and 2 stints fixed the problem, we are very thankful she is going to be ok..
The day before she was discharged from the hospital she met with a nutrition "expert". He advised her to stay away from all fat, get 6-8 servings of grains and pasta per day, drink low fat milk, no eggs, and very little red meat. This was not a surprise to me. Before the heart attack her cholesterol was under 200, and blood pressure 117 over 72. Perfect numbers, and she had eaten the diet prescribed above for the last 30 years...


Wow, just think about it.......