Sometimes I Act Much Younger








     Saturday night I got Jacked Up and went a-venturing into the pasture.  I grabbed a pair of combat shorts and, with my kriss and old Colt, went looking for trouble.  There, of course, was none.  I was just practicing moving through the tangle like the predator I used to be.  Knowing it was safe made it all that much more fun.  I got as far as the river without tangling ass with anything, so, thoroughly pleased with myself, went home and got dressed.  (The rain started as I was quartering the area, adding to the thrill).
     Gonna run through the jungle!

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