Friday, November 22, 2013

Men - If You Don't Use Dental Floss - You May Start Real Soon

Guys, if you don't already use dental floss, it may be time to break it out and start using it. That is enough said, just read this and figure it out for yourselves:

Reminds me of a Frank Zapa tune, something to the effect of:

I'm moving to Montana soon,
I'm gonna be a dental floss tycoon...

Who knows, maybe I should move to Montana and take up that line of work, I could make a fortune if that feminine fashion fad catches on (or should that be 'catches in' as in your teeth)!

All the best,
Glenn B

Folks Camping Outside of Best Buy A Week Ahead of Black Friday?

I was just over at Wirecutter's blog and read this: To save a buck. Stupid fuckers. It is a post about idiots who are already camping outside of Best Buy stores, a week early, awaiting Black Friday sales.

Are they fucking nuts (see this). There is nothing that Worst Best Buy could offer me to cause me to wait on a long line, let alone camp out on line, to shop there - NOTHING! How the fuck anyone could wait on a line, let alone camp out on a line, to get into Best Buy is beyond me. That has got to be one of the worst stores in which I have ever shopped and I try to avoid it like the plague. About the only way I would shop there is if they were they last place in my area to have something I really needed. But to camp out on line for several days, just to get a few bucks off, that I probably could have gotten elsewhere at a place with much better customer service and return policies, no way. Any way, they can't be saving that much money on anything to make it worthwhile.

I have waited on lines too. Several hours for Rolling Stones tickets at Madison Square Garden and I was sixth on the line. Yet, I only got seats in about the third or fourth row. Guy right in front of me must have bought most of the seats in first and second rows. Another time, I waited in a long line for tickets to see Led Zeppelin at Madison Square Garden. The line was so unruly that several people, just a few feet in front of me, got pushed through a set of heavy plate glass doors and were badly cut up because the throng just kept shoving forward and there was no place to go except through the glass of those locked doors.  I waited many hours (most of a day) to get the tickets for that show and got really good seats. Then, for the same Led Zeppelin tour, I also waited most of two days, in the friggin' cold of February, on a loading ramp of Nassau Coliseum. I got great seats for that,10th row. Then, a couple of days before the concert, I went fishing with a buddy, on a jetty at Rockaway (yes we were snockered) and while we were on the jetty with waves crashing into us, I collapsed in agony. As I lay on the rocks, another wave hit me and my buddy actually caught me as I was about to go over the side of the jetty and into the drink.  My buddy thought my hitting the rocks had broken a few of my ribs but it wound up being appendicitis - great timing. They yanked it out of me the next day, only a day or two before the show when they kept you in hospital for most of a week for that operation. Luckily, at least, I heard it from my hospital bed; one of the NYC radio stations broadcast it live. 

After that, I have rarely waited on long, long, long lines - I figure if I do then something else might go ass up inside of me. FUCK LONG LINES.

Hat tip to Wirecutter for giving me inspiration to steal his idea and write this post.

All the best,
Glenn B

Ammo Alert - Winchester Super-X 12 Gauge 00 Buckshot

As I post this, Cabelas (a company with which I am none to enamored) has an excellent deal (considering current market conditions) for Winchester, Super-X, 12 gauge, 9 pellet,  00 buckshot, 15 round boxes @ $10.99 each. If your order amounts to more than $99, and you use promotion code 3Gifts, shipping is free. See the page at this link.

If you work it out, that comes to about $3.66 per box of five rounds. That is the best price I have seen on high quality American made 12 gauge, 00 buckshot, in a long time.

All the best,
Glenn B

I Am Not Much of a Conspiracy Theorist, BUT...

...maybe there is something to at least some of these conspiracy theories after all. Nope, I am not talking about the assassination of John F. Kennedy. What I am talking about is not quite as evil as that but certainly may go a long way to explain something that has been happening in my life over the past several years during the fall season. As you probably are aware, if you read this blog at all, I like to go hunting when I can, especially for whitetail deer. That regardless of the fact that for about the last 7 or so years, the deer where I hunt just laughed whenever they realized it was me in the forest. Yes, that means I have not bagged one in too long a time. I have oft times wondered, relative to me not bagging one each season, things like:

Is it that there are not that many deer where I hunt? Nah, it can't be, there is too much sign of them.

Perhaps that I did not have a doe permit and the antler size restrictions have affected my ability to bag one but alas I have not seen that many bucks to begin with.

Or could it be that I am doing something wrong and giving away myself, as I hunt, by scent or some other indicator. Well, I try to be pretty quiet in the woods, cover my scent by washing with scentless and odor masking soap, use laundry detergent specifically made for hunters, spray scent eliminator on my boots, and pretty much get rid of my man stink
. I also wear blaze camo clothing. I do wind up walking up on deer, or see them from my stand, almost every season. This year was no exception, I saw 5 deer while afield, but they were all does and this year I spooked a couple of them even though, as far as I was aware, I was pretty much scentless, was being quiet and moving slowly (only a few steps at a time and pausing for several seconds before moving again) and had taken all the usual precautions.

I just could not figure my long deer-less streak. That is, until this evening. A few minutes ago, I spotted evidence that there is at least one member of my household that may have been sabotaging my efforts to bag a deer by leaving a scent behind that deer avoid. This family member may be acting alone or in concert with other family members but my bet would be that others are in on it. I say that
because the one I caught in the act is the latest addition to the family and must have learned how to sabotage my hunting trip from somebody else before actually doing it too. Then again, for all I know, my family member maybe somehow was in contact directly with the deer and was instructed on what to do by them; those deer are wily critters. What was done was to add a scent to my hunting clothes after I just washed them in a scent free and odor blocking hunter's detergent. I would not even think of spraying down my hunting jacket before my next hunt because I would expect it to still be scent free but man oh man would I have been wrong on that one. 

The fact that I was being sabotaged is plainly evident, see for yourselves:

The evidence could not be much clearer than that - caught in the act of leaving a scent that deer dread maybe even more that man stink. It was the evil - dog stink! The culprit is Abby, our long haired (and fat) Chihuahua who is atop my hunting clothes inside the plastic bin in which I store my gear. I had just put it in there and was about to get the rest of it to put in too, when I was distracted for a few minutes. When I turned back around, there she was looking fat, happy and very comfortable. That was until I asked what she was doing on my hunting clothing, at which point she put on that 'Who me?' puppy face. I just know that one of the other dogs, or maybe a deer, somehow told her what to do.

All the best,
Glenn B