written originaly a year ago, whilst daydreaming.....

This brutal cold has me craving and thinking today.
A SoyJoy bar isn't going to cut it, I need to wrap some heavy furs around myself and head into the deep woods with about ten friends and spear a woolly mammoth. It just seems ice age like frigid air calls for meat thats had a spear stuck in it and a blazing bonfire.
Man, when it gets this cold I can smell the fires and smell the food cooking.
Brings back the Boy Scout days and the Klondike Derbys.
Crazy, awesome beer drinking weather too.
Something about the colder it is, the richer and fatter the food is I crave.


And that brings up something else. Why Was the optimal hunting party 9 - 12 men?
Why can you can deeply care care for your immediate family and a few others, 10 - 15 people and after that it trails off some.
Most sports teams are 9 - 12 or so people.
Interesting we take that for granted.
Or is there something to it?


1 comment:

  1. I miss those Klondike derbys, i was telling Elicia last week that i had a sudden urge to grab a tent and go camping. She thought i was nuts. i said, "thats how we used to do it"