While not a photo of my taking, I discovered this pic from the net.

Now this is trophy moose and what a pose. Bet Holly Bull would be smarter than to put it to a buffie statuesque. Bet his woodie is a bit

sore from the experience.

Remember this picture

Whose country is this? I am among the many who definitely believe it belongs to us,

and not to a few in Washington D.C. who would give us the bird. Dingy Harry

likely believes this is the National bird. Make it your aim to suprise them in November

by voting these bastards out. If your senator is not up for election-send your contributions to

the states that are electing new representation. Hell, use Harry's bird against them

and let it be our standard-up yours Harry and May God Save America.

I am hoping that someday I can wake up to news of his resignation. But then horror of horrors we would have Biden to deal with or San Fran Nan. When I start thinking he can't possibly do anything else to bury the United States he proves me wrong again. A wise cowboy once saidwhen you find yourself in a hole-stop digging. So here is my President-Barak Urkel Obama.

For Sale

But not this one, one quite like it (less the plow). Will deliver for the right price especially

if it is to Alaska. Or will trade for a Spit Rat's bus or other hippie vehicle. If I can't sell it I am seriously considering joining the carnival circuit-save me from myself.

Picked up my last load in Dubuis, ID-a load of hay bound for China.

I delivered it not without problems to Carson, CA. But I could not have done it without the assistance of my trucking buddy and girlfriend-Dana.

Being overweight was the least of our problems-the load not Dana.

Working our way through blizzard and congested city freeways we left some highway damage in our wake. But hey-we got the damned load there on a New Year holiday weekend.