I hate you for bringing back bad memories. Three years ago, annual hunting trip to CO, same hunting spot for many years.
On the way, somewhere in Utah, I get that feeling again. Gout. So, I smile a bit knowing that I have my medicine with me. Directions say: 'Take one every hour until you poo'. No problem. I take one, then another...until I get to just outside Gunnison. I had to stop and, well, go.
Get to camp. I am still going, even as we set up the tent. Only place I could sit was on the trailer tongue. And the sound...just like a cow pizzing on a flat rock...anyway, on to the bee connection>>>that year was really warm, in fact, it was the only year I have ever seen bees up that high. So, I am taking care of business and here comes a couple of bees, and they are headed towards what I am sure they think is a waterfall...only it's not a waterfall, it is the stuff coming out of my body. I HATE BEES. So, armed with only a can of WD-40 and my Kimber .45, I seriously contemplated taking a shot at them as they buzzed around my jewelry sack coming way too close for comfort. I had one land on the tongue and that was enough for me. I cleaned up and never went back to that spot.
>Part of camping and hunting sometimes.
>I haven't been dinged for
>awhile now but the last
>few times, the area that
>got hit swelled up pretty
>good. I also had my
>pickup attacked by hornets once.
>Glad i was inside with
>the windows up at the
>time.
>
>Do they Bug ya in your
>area and how to deal
>with them?
>
>Joey
Compromise, hell! ... If freedom is right and tyranny is wrong, why should those who believe in freedom treat it as if it were a roll of bologna to be bartered a slice at a time?