So What Did Tomorrow Bring?

 

what level of psycho is this?

A ceasefire, apparently, which led some members of Dallas HQ to scratch their heads and ask, "So what exactly did we achieve by this little Middle Eastern adventure?" Good question, and I wasted no time picking up the Satphone and speed dialing Pete, "Hey, Pete, it's LSP, what's the story?" He mumbled something about "bunnies" and signed off.

Thanks a lot, SECWAR, but maybe he was worried about opsec and our lack of a SKIF. He needn't have, one was installed today, neatly camouflaged as a water heater. The old SKIF had broken, you see, and we had to get a new one. It works well and I enjoyed talking with the lead SKIF Tech about hunting and fishing, mostly fishing.

Look, a new SKIF

He wasn't too keen on people who boasted about catching small trout after clambering about in streams with waders, and even less keen on a pal who took his teenage daughter(!) hog hunting with knives only, "He showed me the video, man," and grimaced. I made the sign of the Cross, with good reason.

That in mind, some people can get bloodthirsty and  perversely weird in the hunting field. I've noticed this and don't like it, not that I'm any kind of expert. Going for fish on the Brazos or Lake Whitney? Different story. Speaking of which, must get back on the water and SKIF Tech agreed, "Gotta clean out the boat first, renew the tag." And that's just it, d'ye need a boat to get on the fish?

How utterly pathetic. At least she's not rusty even if inoperable

I asked my friend about this, who grinned in that toothy way of his, offering nothing; not unlike Pete when you think on it. My take? Boats are evidently a hassle, which you circumvent by having a friend with one or several and using theirs, see the UK. Problem is, you don't get something for nothing. If, for example, you abuse and mock and scorn your old pal, he's unlikely to let you on his boat.

There's a moral in this short tale of North Central Texan life, if you care to draw it.

Yours,

LSP