Playing Possum!

Handfeeding a Baby Opossum!
© 2011 Albert A Rasch and
The Rasch Outdoor Chronicles™
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As usual there is too much going on, and too little time to tell it in!

Here is the condensed version:

Pull into parking lot in Miami.
Spy surly looking hoodlums approaching a small creature on the asphalt.
Stop vehicle, egress, and decide that the juvenile delinquents need a lesson taught to them.
Teach lesson quickly, ruthlessly, and with great efficiency.
Recover little creature:

Little Possum Penelope is now home being handfed every two to three hours, whether I need to sleep or not.

I'm telling you my friends, it is great to be home, even if it's for a couple of weeks. I love the adventures in my own backyard, and the satisfaction of doing something good, right here at home!

I promise that I'll fill you all in on the fishing and traveling I'm doing as soon as I get a chance!

All the very best to each and everyone of you!
Albert A Rasch
Member: Shindand Tent Club
Member: Hunting Sportsmen of the United States HSUS (Let 'em sue me.)
The Hunt Continues...

Home! At Long Last!!!

Folks,

I am home!

Give me a day or two to unwind, and I'll fill you in on my doings!

All my fondest wishes to everyone!
Albert

Shindand Air Base: Late Winter Storm

Shindand Air Base Photos

It Just Gets Worse...

Friends,

By happenstance we caught...

All I can say is someone with a cameraphone.

On it was:

Anti-American propaganda.

Pictures of dead American military personnel.

Al-Qaeda material.

And plenty of other stuff that I can't discuss.

If we were wary before, we're on pins and needles now. Something bad is brewing and all we have is our wits and experience. Nothing more to work with, so far. We may know more tomorrow.


Eight more days, just eight more days.

Albert

And Then, the Shit Really Hit the Fan!

Sorry for the dearth of posts this week.

We got hit, and if  I may paraphrase Hamlet, "Something is rotten in the Province of Helmat."

I've got my people buttoned up tight and my heads on a damned swivel. My soldiers are wound up and ready; weapons clean and battle-rattle squared away.

Donkey, Ready to Launch, Mark I

The Afghan Air Farce (AAF) is not only a danger to itself but to us also, and their behavior lately has us all on edge. We had a "situation" last week with them, and again I am not at liberty to discuss it, but it sucked royally with yours truly right smack in the middle of it. (Seriously, where else would I be...). Suffice it to say that we never know just who we should be watching out for...

I've got R&R coming up so with a little luck, I'll be home enjoying Starbucks Coffee (Grande Breve No-Foam Latte w/six raw sugars please...) sitting at the cafe table, Wall Street Journal in hand, and with good ol' Charlie at my side!

All the best to y'all!
Albert