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So, I butchered my first DLP moose today. It was unexpected. I was trying to get the place ready for winter when I got a call. What is a DLP moose? That is an animal shot in 'defense of life and/or property". It is perfectly legitimate as long as you say it normally. But try saying it in the voice of Ed McMahon. "Yes! Shot in defense of life and/or property. Yes! You are correct sir!". Seems dodgy now doesn't it? But it was legit. So, I got the boys, and we carved that sum bitch up. Was I planning on other things today to get ready for winter? Yes. But a 800 lb moose cow that was so fatty we had to carve the fat off to get to the meat? Well that is preparing for winter too. The nice thing about a DLP moose, as opposed to road kill, is that there is no vehicle damage. Damn I can butcher up a moose these days. And the boys? Hell yeah. I am proud of them...we are learning together and we make a team that can take an animal down to pieces in nothing flat. Afterwards…
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So, those of you who know me would be shaking your heads right now. Even for me this is bad. For those of you who don't know, I have the worst luck in the world with anything 'mechanical'. Even when the stuff is new. I have had mechanics shake their head and say 'I have never seen that'. Or "I didn't think that was possible". And those of you who know me, know it is just bad luck. It isn't me being too hard on stuff. Just using it. Or not. For example, a .22 bolt action (I mean bolt action for God's sake) rifle that worked fine when I put it on the hooks is now refusing to load or shoot. The oil pump on the chainsaw went out and the mechanic said "even with the big impact he couldn't get it off" as he shook his head. He hadn't seen that before. I sure couldn't get it either. The boat, well don't get me started. A brand new fuel pump was faulty. It burned through valves, lifters and a cam shaft. Crap. The Rhino needs …
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So, I am glad I am not Steven Hayes lawyer. Seriously. Rape, torture and murder of a family in a home invasion. The Petit family murders. I may be a defense lawyer but I strongly believe that these two men deserve to die. Quickly. Yes, yes, I know the problems with the death penalty. I know the cops screwed this up too (surprise!) But I do think the ultimate penalty has a place. It pisses me off when a guy who shoots a clerk gets the death penalty. It cheapens it. And no, the argument 'if it was my daughter who was shot' would not change my mind. Prison is a horrific place. And more than suitable for most crimes. Including most murders. But these two.... Well there is a special place for them. It has nothing to do with either specific or general deterrent. It has simply do with removing a cancer from society. What they did was so horrific that they should pay with their lives. And that is why I am glad I am not their lawyer. The lawyers defending Mr. Hayes…
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So, for the first time in a long time, I have nothing to write about. Winter (i.e snow) is not here yet. Neither is Sasha. I have settled into fall. I am not having 'adventures'. The boat is in the shop. And everything I am doing is routine: work, gathering wood, family time, work around the house..that sort of thing. I don't even feel like ranting. What good does it do anyways? Even in Alaska the People are on the slow march to tyranny. I guess I am just writing to say that it is slow right now. I know it won't stay that way for long. After delay, it looks like the business plan that I hatched with my buddy Jeremy may be a go. Maybe I will even get to see him again...I have no buddies here (Bill don't get butt hurt..you know what I mean...you like to run marathons and drink diet coke...I like to drink something in my coke and I definitely don't run for miles).
For example, I managed to take this picture as I tried to hand a new co-worker a gun for the first ti…
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So, I am back from my annual Public Defender Conference. My fifth. I learned some things. New law. That maybe some of the conclusions about where our lives are going are correct. For example, the most important thing is that some of the lawyers I work with think I should not have this blog. At all. Apparently there is a feeling that everytime I am less than enthusiastic about my life, that 'negativity' is imputed to the Agency. In fact, I got my ass chewed. I have made this clear before, but it is time to do so again. First, I do not speak for the Alaska Public Defender Agency. Neither formally nor informally. I am a peon. My views are, I am sure, quite different than every other lawyer in the Agency. I write this blog for personal reasons in my own time. It is fully protected by the First Amendment of the United States Constitution. And the times I am frustrated by the difficult job of being a public defender have nothing to do with my employer. I am careful not to write abou…
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So, hog killing day. A freezer full of pork. Skinning hogs is different than most critters, especially as we were trying to save the fat. Takes a little practice. Tomorrow is butchering day. We try to make a day out of it. A bunch of people help, we drink a few beers, listen to music and then afterwards cook up a bunch of ribs or something. It has been raining hard so the pen was mucky but we have a pretty good system. After the hog is shot, I stick it. Then we drag it out and wash it with hot water and soap. Then we skin it, gut it and cut it in half. Both hogs are hanging in the meat locker. We will do the usual cuts as well as make a half dozen types of sausage. It is good time to put them away as J is getting pretty big and it was awkward for her to feed them when I am not here. Well it is done. Killing hogs is not a job I enjoy but I was as humane as I could be in life and in death. Thank you pigs. Thank you for helping me live my life. Thank you for your sacrifice that feeds …
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So, something happened today. Something that is too private to blog about. But something that makes it seem more likely that my family will be leaving the Kenai area. Maybe even Alaska. I won't talk about it. Those of you who know me know how livid I was today. Those of you who know me were just as livid. Instead of talking about it, let me talk about the Kenai/Soldotna area. When I moved here, I thought Alaska would be free. That is what I cared about: being free. I remember it clearly. And in someways it is incredibly free. But on the Kenai Peninsula, the people are insane. They demand cops, ever more cops. It is easy to blame the cops (and I do) but the real problem is with the people in this community. People who don't know how to mind their own business. People who call the cops foreverylittle bullshit thing you can imagine. I don't know these people personally. Everyone I know in this part of Alaska cherishes freedom. But they are out there. Bible thumpers. Busybodie…