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I don’t really have a way down from here and my laptop’s batt

A kill at last! It was only a mosquito, but hey, first blood is first blood. Cut my thumb rather badly carving the notch into my shotgun; used the last of my underwear to bandage it up.

The barrel of my gun tastes like oil…it’s weird.

The nights are surprisingly scary. I know the coyotes can’t get me up here, but they are certainly interested in my “scat bucket” if I fail to haul it up at night.

Saw a fabulous 14-point buck at the edge of the clearing today, but it turned out to be a juniper bush, blowing in the breeze. I think I’m really losing it up here.

…just somewhat desperate for any kind of human contact, even a lawyer or something.

I’m only twelve feet off the ground, but it might as well be twelve thousand. One beer left, which I’m nursing like a blind puppy lost in Pam Anderson’s tank top.