Weekly Grist Gallery, June 10, 2012
You can't make this stuff up
Returning from seeing my oldest granddaughter graduate from high school in May, 2009 at Bossier City LA, I meandered through north Louisiana and entered L.A. (lower Arkansas) where you can't get much lower.
I proceeded up a remote gravel road to see what I could see. I ran into a deer camp cobbled together from an old school bus, the remains of a big fish nailed to a tree, and a buzzard doing what he does best. Ruminating upon what I had seen and photographed, I borrowed a phrase from Dave Barry and observed, "I'm not making this stuff up." See the stories that go with the pictures at Corndancer dot-com and Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind.
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Full frontal view of a deer camp using an old school bus as headquarters. The log out front is the campfire location where hunters sit around, quaff brews, tell lies, and talk about how tough they are.
The field dressing set up in the foreground is properly removed a respectible distance from the sleeping quarters.
View from the back yard. The vent no doubt comes from a wood stove, which lends a woodsy bouquet to concentrated body odors, halitosis, whiffs of frying bacon, and the smells of whatever someone stepped in.
A view from the front quarter of the bus turned camper.
The camp veranda floored with a blue tarp. One suspects that many a top has been popped under the shelter. To the camp's credit, trash around the site is primarily confined to the trash can.
A bit further down the road I found a buzzard doing his grubby, but noble and necessary deed of clearing the forest of carrion. Normally skittish birds, this dude held fast while I made his portrait.
This is real, not made up. The reamains of a large fish (looks kindalike a largemouth) bass is nailed to a tree on the roadside. Picked clean by local birds, critters, and bugs.
As a final surprise, I found this hard hat dangling from a small tree limb. Go figure.
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