I’ve had some bad chile rellenos, but not that bad. Should have sent it back. The best I ever had was at a restaurant called Los Companeros at Copper Mountain, CO in the late ’70’s. Long gone, I expect. I’ve been a rellenos fan ever since.
Down here, mainly due to the temperature, we field dress, skin, and quarter out the deer as soon as possible. On the ice they go. When we used to see deer tied to the hood, or even in a pickup bed, we’d say “There goes somebody that won’t like venison.”
I once killed a horsefly with my flag stick. Before accurate navigation systems, we used to step off swaths for cropdusters, then wave flags for them sight on. While in the middle of a field, a big horsefly came in and made three quick laps around my head looking for a place to land. Then it zoomed out about 20 yds. before turning around for another attack. I choked up on my flag stick, and when it made the next attack, swung and hit it perfectly to center field. It sounded like Mickey Mantle hitting a home run.That’s about how long ago that happened too.
I don’t think parachuting out of a disabled helicopter is a thing, given the whirling blades of death. I guess some special forces could jump out of a flying one in a halo operation.On the other hand, beagle ears are pretty soft.
The shortest day, but the earliest sunset was weeks ago.