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Travel Log - Hunting, Hitchhiking, Painting & Getting Dirty: Traveling Across America


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Yes... very shit people among the anchor outs.


On the lighter side, I just picked up a slingshot from a garage sale yesterday. I have a pretty decent spread in my backyard here in Berkeley, about an acre of redwoods. In exchange for doing all the repairs and maintenance on the house & trails the lady who lives here gives me an absurdly low rent. No utilities either = happy KIR.


Anyway, I headed out around dusk last night to see if the ole slangin' arm was up to muster. I fired off a couple of rocks and acorns at the house across the trail (their dog never shuts the fuck up) and it seemed decent enough. Nothing fancy, just a plastic pistol grip and the steel forkies with a surgical tube & a wrist jam. I also had some pretty weighty steel 3/4" beanie weanies that I scooped out of a bin at the construction site down the road. Ball bearings I suppose.


I fucked around for a bit, working out the wrist-rust and wailing on the neighbors car with pine seeds, and just as I'm about to be satisfied with my diddlings, who comes prancing along but that sly old tree-rat, rustling his nuts up above my head. "Why if it isn't Mister Squirrel, come to raid my birdfeed and tease me with his silly chatter! Well go ahead and keep that smug look, I've got a little surprise for you, smug basterd!"


I loaded up the wrist rocket with one of the steel beans and sent one whizzing past his tail about a half a foot off. He took notice of this and returned fire with a slew of nasty insults, in that ridiculous cheek of his, stuff the good lord knows aint fit for print. Well it weren't much for me - I've hardened ears - I took the time he spent slanderin me to wiggle one more of them balls in the leather sachet. This time that ball went straight home - he wasn't but ten or fifteen yards - but boy that chatter stopped real quick.


Down he went - fwump - to the redwood floor. He fiddled around a bit, nerves I suppose, and then took his last one. I put one more load of rock into his head to make it quicker, but It wasn't but a couple of seconds till he was out of this world and on to the next one. I picked him up, said a little something, and brought him back to the house. I tossed him in the trunk - the girlfriend was waiting on me to hop over to the lookout spot for to catch the sunset. It felt nice to have a good, weighty piece of fur in your hands. He was large - probably four or five pounds - and quite clean. I couldn't wait to get him cut up and soaking in a brine.




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The girl made the most important observation when we returned home - check for fleas. There aint nothin worse than waking up to fleas. Bedbugs, maybe, but I've been lucky enough so far not to tangle with those heinous creatures. We poked and prodded, and sure enough they were there - not many, but enough.


The best "solution" (heh) is to immediately soak any wild animal in a mixture of warm water and soap. Any kind of dish soap, or pure castile (Dr. Bronner') works great. This kills the fleas and drowns anything else catchin a free ride on the fur freeway (hairy highway, if you prefer). It only takes about a minute, and does not affect the meat in any way. Also, who woudn't want a nice warm bath, even if you're dead!


I'll save the eyesore of a wall of text - yall've seen it before. This time I opted to cut the feet off first, instead of cutting off the wrists and ankles along the fur line. It was much, much easier this way. I'm going to save the pelt and put it around my shifter knob on Dorothy.

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His left eye was broken open and had absorbed some tree-floor party favors, but nothing too awful. P1030395_zps00a64dbd.jpg







first arm



rest of arms




For some reason when I started to cut his head off the eye kept protruding out. It reminded me of the rabbit in Montana. I tried to get some good shots of it but I don't think anything will ever come close to that rabbit eye.

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I am planning a trip through Europe, just backpacking and couchsurfing, I will definately hit you up if you are down to host a wayward traveler for a few days!! I would love to paint in Berlin, if you want to get down, there is a guy in Germany that writes the same name as me, the only other guy I can find that has the same name. I have talked to him several times on the web and set him up once with the people I do graff for here in SF when they went to Berlin to do a booth at a festival.


Let's kick it in GERMANY!! I will keep you updated & give you 6 or so month's notice. Hollar!



Good to hear you're planning to come to Berlin, you may like it here!


I'm not sure if I'll be around, I'm actually making plans to leave town.


But keep me updated when you're going to be here, maybe I can arrange a couch for you.


You should visit Berlin in the summertime, especially if you want to do art stuff.




Aw man that squirrel...

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We are getting kicked out of our place in Berkeley so if anyone is looking for roommates let me know!


Context: My landlord is 87 years old and I can't put up with her anymore. I set up a hammock in the woods behind the house and she flipped out. Set off the alarm system to wake me up at 7:30 am to discuss how I'd been colonizing the property. yechh...




If only she had seen any of the shit I've been doing here the past six months... hahahahaa.... a HAMMOCK!! HA!



Accidently sliced open the abdomen barrier. It worked out OK though. I should've gutted it before skinning, but it's pretty much all the same in the end.




Stick a foot on the back legs & pull that shit off like a sweater






Removing entrails & finishing the skinning of the back end





keeping the fur & feet safe

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Very busy lately... just moved to Oakland, caught a little charge, picking up some gigs, about to head to northern cali to trim up in the super deep woods at Mt. Shasta. no electricity, beautiful view, kicking it in a little tiny house with a wood stove again, typewriting and trimming 12 hrs a day. I will post up some good natural beauty flicks when I get back in a week. I managed to save my skiff and the engine, it's bundled on top of my car smelling up the parking lot like old marine rotgut, but I found a guy who'll keep it safe at his sailboat in Berkeley. Hope everyone is doing well. HOLLARRRRR!!!

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Spent a couple weeks in Humboldt County...


Beautiful spot tucked up sixteen miles of dirt road in the mountains. Day in, day out, dawn to dusk trimming herbs. Primo audio book territory. A couple Cormac Mcarthy's and some of George R.R. Martin. Nights spent nestled around a campfire, talking shit and sipping beer. Running about in the moonlight.



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