Winging along at an altitude somewhere between the Bluebird of Happiness and the Chicken of Depression... random esoterica from writer Chad Love celebrating the joys of fishing, hunting, books, guns, gundogs, music, literature, travel, lonely places, wildness, history, art, misanthropy, scotch and the never-ending absurdity of life.
Size of it!
ReplyDeleteI ate a couple of them in Thailand, the shrimp of the wind. Good eating
SBW
Just a little typographical applause for the photo and caption... nice!
ReplyDeleteHit the windshield wiper. Awesome photo!
ReplyDeleteI feel that grasshopper, I really do.
ReplyDeleteSBW, Ha! that's perfect "Shrimp of the wind." If I was smart I'd market that...
ReplyDeletePhillip, thanks. That damn thing held on until I hit almost 50mph.
Ian, I actually did try to wash the windshield after he flew off and got a huge smashed hopper-smear for my troubles.
Josh, I did, too...