Originally posted SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 14, 2009
It May Take Me a Little Time to get accustomed to the sight of a man in full camouflage including fatigues, hat and face paint
riding down the road in front of The Fahm on an ATV
with a shotgun
strapped behind him.
I grew up in the Los Angeles area then moved to the San Francisco Bay Area, both very, very urban areas; sights such as above combination, in my experience, always always ALWAYS mean something very bad, as in hit-the-ground-cover-your-head-say-your-prayers-and-kiss-your-arse-goodbye bad.
My initial response is typically a millisecond of wild-eyed fear followed by the cold sweat of relief when my rational mind (re)engages and remembers where I am: rural America, and when: OPEN SEASON. That first millisecond fear response is only compounded by the fact that it is not second nature under the best of circumstances for me to assume that everything is going to be okay; adding weaponry and disguise to the mix is therefore very alarming.
It May Take Me a Little Time to get accustomed to the sight of a man in full camouflage including fatigues, hat and face paint
I grew up in the Los Angeles area then moved to the San Francisco Bay Area, both very, very urban areas; sights such as above combination, in my experience, always always ALWAYS mean something very bad, as in hit-the-ground-cover-your-head-say-your-prayers-and-kiss-your-arse-goodbye bad.
