hunting

I suppose something about the incident injured my pride.

It certainly was a wake up call. I am not prepared to handle everything that life throws at me.

Being prepared takes practice. So it is practice I must have.

The incident is Thursday night's stalking. I was followed by someone, I don't know who and I don't know why. Read about it in my short story last week.

I do know that I will respond differently, forcefully, if it happens again.

It is human nature to always think of ones self as young even as the joints begin to creek, the hair turns color and the weight adds up. Nevertheless when you are still big and strong it is surprising to find out that someone thinks you might be an easy target.

The thing to do about that is to stop letting yourself go and to start putting yourself back together. Of course you could go right on looking more and more like a victim and just carry a gun but this seems a poor choice, having to bolster your self with a deadly weapon.

My nephew suggested Bambi's friend, Thumper. Tire thumper that is, a short baton sold at the truck stop for checking tires. Not a bad idea, having some sort of a weapon. I will ask the king to turn one for me.

Since the incident I've become the hunter. I'm looking for that little silver Nissan Hardbody truck whenever I go out.