Beer Hunt Adios
Well, Buckaroos, Skeeter’s going into the hills once more on the annual Beer Hunt, must be about the 30th anniversary. A lot of trophy bottles mounted at the hunting shack up by Rosyln, Washington. The herds aren’t as big now, of course and the backlash from Orlando may actually put a crimp on our quest for new military style weaponry. In fact, I may suggest to my fellow beer hunters we just catch and release this year. Maybe photograph the elusive prey and mount blowups on the cabin walls.
Then again, these are hardened hunters and my wussie suggestion may get outvoted as a little too politically correct. We boyz are democratic, if nothing else. Last year we crossed the Cle Elum Lake dam where, since 9-1-1, the federal property has surveillance cameras and multiple No Trespassing signs. In those years just after the Towers came down, the Dam Keeper would come out and threaten us with arrest. We explained we were patriotic United States citizens, but dammit (no pun intended) we were walking across that dam. The other direction home was 15 miles in the dark.
We never learned if he reported us to the FBI. We never saw mention of terrorist infiltrators storming the dam in the Cle Elum Gazette. Apparently our numbers and our hostile demeanor were enough to convince the Dam Keeper not to mess with our semi-invasion. The Keeper is gone now, no doubt budget cuts in these fiscally fraught times, but the cameras and the No Trespass warnings remain. Last year a police cruiser passed us on the road to the dam, turned and passed us again. We apparently aren’t on their Watch List.
At any rate let’s hope we aren’t this year either. Until my return or extradition, feel free to peruse some old entries here. I don’t remember writing most of them, you probably won’t remember reading them either. On the South End, every day is brand new.
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