Update, just an update...

Nothing important here, people are hunting or harvesting or working their tails off (think that phrase comes from the old days of horse drawn stuff) and I am pretending to catch up to the things on the internet, I am so behind, older and fat and that is my fault.

The Civilian Marksmanship Program is out of ammunition, and that can't be a good thing. Still I put in my order for ammunition, on September third, and yesterday, October nineteenth, it was delivered to my door by the friendly folks at Federal Express (FedEx for those in the know). I looked for all the stereo typical Gun Loving fools stuff, didn't find the cases of beer, or trash barrels of empties, no Confederate Battle Flags nor patches, I do have, hanging on the wall in the Computer Cave a Bennington flag from the fine efforts of General John Stark and company (it is just beautiful). And the Green Mountain boys were there with their flag, which has a whole different type of being Green.

And to really check on this Redneck stuff, I am again reading James Webb's Born Fighting : How the Scots-Irish Shaped America, yep, I do like to look that over periodically. Our family oral tradition is that the Dungeys left Ireland for England during the struggle between James II and William, and the evidence is that one of William's soldiers (from the Dutch?) settled in Kent and they married good English women ever after until they departed for America, Australia, and other points in the the British Empire. I go with the oral tradition, cause you got to believe family and it would explain my love of fighting and the Williams that keep cropping up in the male names.

Almost time to rejoin Humanity, have breakfast, unpack and store ammunition, exercise and jog (I have been so slack) and be a better fellow than you would ever know --- or try to be.