SNOW

Its been a long while since I have seen snow. The other day I was outside smoking and I think it was snowing. Well it was trying to at least.
When I say its been a while since I have seen snow I meant I haven't seen snow over 6 feet, ever since I was a little kid. I remember as a child waking up and treading through freshly fallen snow. It took three times as long to walk to school.
After school we usually got our sleds out and climbed on top of someones house and slid down it. the snow use d to pile up on the sides of most the houses making an artificial hill. We used to have snow hills 30 feet high.
Whenever the snow piled up high enough, all the kids in the town would dig tunnels threw it. We were always scared the thing would collapse because their was tunnels intertwined and was large. Their was at least thousands of pounds of snows above me and 3 stories of tunnels.
I used to spend hours and hours, playing in the snow. It was not always good though. I hated it when friends shoved snow down your shirt, or when the snow went into you shoes, and got your sox wet. Snoball fighting was always the greatest to.

Work

What is work? Is it a job, a hobby, or a chore? I think its a little bit of everything. What I constitute as work is any physical exertion of mind or body. School or a job are a good example.
I work Monday threw Friday, after I go to school every morning. I work in a Lawn and Garden at a small business called Bluemke's. I work on small tractors, lawn mowers, or anything that has small engines. Anything that moves forward, I have worked on, in some way or the other. Changing oil, fixing parts, cleaning and putting new tractors together.
One of my favorite hobby's are hunting, bowling, and playing pool. I go play pool or bowl 3-4 times a month. The only places to play pool is at bars, so I'm usually found at the local pub, drinking and playing pool by myself. I bowl with my brothers in Fond Du Lac. I don't do very good but I like it. Ill be lucky if I break a 100 in any given game.
School gives out a lot of homework. And that has a lot of time or work to be put into. I used to have another class, but that class I had to drop because it was just to much. To much homework, and to much hassle. My mind was baking trying to learn everything the teacher was giving out.
Work is good for your mind, and body. I can't sit around and do nothing with my life, although it seems good at times, I just can't sit and be idle wasting away, doing nothing all day. The irony is, I usually can't wait for the weekends so I could sit around and be bored,

bored

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Bored

I am bored right now. Got nothing to do, with alot of homework. Just don't know where to start.
I got chemistry homework to do. I got alot of math homework to study. I got alot of sociology homework also. In english I got this blog to write and that 3rd essay to start. I'm sitting down trying to finish blog, and watching halloween cartoons.
In chemistry I got notes to write. Theres 7 more pages of notes to write. And 20 homework problems to do. It doesnt seem so bad, but I really don't have time to study everything I learned in class.
In sociology, I got a 2 page essay due friday. And another 3 page essay due the following week. Then I got to study for the exams next week. I fall asleep everyday in this class.
In math, I got to do a chapter of homework and alot of studying to do. We also got another exam next week. I usually get all anxious with the exams but, the teacher goes threw everything were going to do, so its not so bad.
In english class I got to write this blog, and start writing my 3 page essay on contrast. I actually think this english class is fun. Its not like any other english classes I have done. In highschool I never did good in english, but got good enough grades to get by.
So as I sit here, trying to figre out what to do, I realize I am almost done with this blog. So thats one down, and alot of writing to go. Hooray for me...

hunting

Sunday, October 21, 2007

There a certain interest, and a certain feeling that you get when you go Hunting. Whether your hunting big game or small. Its the all the preparing and the anxiety that goes with it.
Depending on how many days your going out, correlates to how long it takes to get ready. If your going out to get moose, it takes a couple of days to get ready. If your going out on a day hunt, it only would take ten minutes to get ready.
On long trips, we load our boats, with gasoline, food, our clothing, pots and pans, the tent, sleeping bags, and personal belongings. The first night we prepare all our food. We usually bring some home made bread, rice, canned food,(some fruit, beans, corn, hash browns) some juice, Eskimo Ice cream, some cup-o-soups, and the meat we waited until we caught our first game, or fish. The second night, we load everything, and get gasoline at the nearest gas station which is about 7 miles.
On day trips, it doesn't take a lot to get ready. Usually we fill up the gas tank, and grab our weapons. And take a ride into the largest back yard anyone has ever seen. Its all open, no land is marked, no land is designated or owned by anyone. Their is no boundaries. Their is no such thing as trust passing in anyone land.
Whether its going on long hunting trips or day trips, getting ready is just as exciting as the hunt itself. Their is so much anxiety to just getting out their to shoot something. If boredom hit us while waiting for something were hunting for, their is always something else to shoot. Basically anything that moves I have shot, and killed in Alaska.

cold

Saturday, October 13, 2007

cold

Depending on where u live, the peoples defenition of cold is different. Florida its cold when its 60 degreese. In Texas its cold when its 50 degreese. In Alaska its cold when its 0 degreese. In Iraq, its cold when its in the 80's.
Thier is numbing cold, where its so cold outside, its best to stay inside. The temperature is zero and below, with and ungodly windchill. This is the weather you better cover most of your skin because its going to get frost bitten in 3 minutes.
Thier is chilli, where its cold enuff to get the shivers. The weather might be in the twenties, but the wind is the one that gets you. A hooded sweater, and a coat usually is good enough to wear in these conditions.
Then thiers warm, cold... Where the thermometer reads in the 80's. Any other northerner would say this is hot, but its cold because your were subject to, 110-150 degree weather that day. A 50 degree drop in temperature anywhere would be considered cold.
The cold, sucks really. But I would rather be cold then hot. When its cold at least I could put more clothes on to stay warmer. But thiers only so much clothes u could take off when it gets to hot. I would rather, shiver in cold, then to sweat, and feel miserable in the heat.

pain

Monday, October 1, 2007

Pain

What is pain? Does pain hurt? Does pain feel good?
Pain is a feeling not uncommon to me. Wheather its my knee's crackling everytime I get up to move somewhere, because of the recent surgery I had. Or the feeling I get when I miss someone so bad, it hurts. Or when I fall down the stairs and bang myself up, and accidentally running into the wall in the dark, stumping my toes into the corners of everything. I feel pain when my wrench slips from the bolt, and my fist hits the closest thing to the wrench, which usually is something sharp, jagged, and metal.
I have laughed so hard, it hurts all the muscles in my stomach. I have been punched by my brothers in the arm, because "I got them good". I used to wrestle and knowing that u beat someone is a good feeling, but ur going to feel the pain the next day. It hurts when u get hit by a paintball, but hitting someone back with one, makes u feel good about it. This is when pain feels good.
Pain could be good, and bad I guess, depends on how u look at things in life. But more then anything, pain doesnt feel good, and hurts.

life in the wilderness

Monday, September 24, 2007

Life in the Wilderness

As some of u might now by now, I was born and raised in Alaska. I lived out in the middle of nowhere. Almost 400 miles west of Anchorage in a small town of 5000, called Bethel.
As a kid there wasn't much. No running water, No conventional toilets, No fast food joints. Water had to be packed from the well, we had outhouses, and every meal was cooked at home. But as I grew up things changed quick. Houses had toilets and running water, but one thing stayed the same. The food we ate.
Most of the food we ate was hunted or fished. Moose, caribou, ducks, geese, salmon, trout, white fish, u name it I caught it. If it moved I killed it. Whether or not it was for food or not, I probable killed all little birds with my b-b gun. And killed all the geese and ducks that migrate to Alaska. Anything that moved in the water, or land I've probably killed at one point or the other in my life.
The wilderness was five minutes from my house, it was not odd to hear some one shooting some gun at any given time in the day. It was not odd to see someone with a shotgun or rifle slung across there shoulder walking threw town.
This was life in the small town, in Alaska. Everyone learned how to shoot a gun and owned one as soon as they learned how to pull the trigger. Everyone hunted for all there meats. It was a way of living