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I did make it to bed by 21:30, 22:00?  Something.  I woke at about midnight, hungry as a bear.  So I ripped out.  There was someone I was hoping to find, anyway.  And I thought to stop at the Walmarts, to see about that cooler.  I could not find the 36, but did find a 28 quart.  There was a 30 I had looked at, of a similar type, but it was mostly high, so not at good, as I saw things, for holding fish.  This one was good enough.  So, I have another cooler, small enough for fishing.

The place I normally eat, in the evenings, has changed.  Their dining room is now closed, used to be open 24 hours a day.  Oh well.  I saw who I was looking for.  I had thought he said he hunted, but not so much.  Just fishing.  So, I set up communication.  I don't think it looks like it will work out.  We'll see.  I was hoping to talk to him tomorrow.  Not sure that will happen.  I have someone to shoot with.  Finding someone to fish with, and maybe someone else to hike/camp with, would be good.  Not every time, just once in a while.  I need to learn to fish, and having someone to go camping or even hiking with, once in a while, would help keep me on track.

I can do it all on my own, and will, probably more than not.  It's just that, someone who does these things regularly, and can fit in a gimp from time to time, might increase the pace of skill acquisition.  Well, and there is the incentive.  If my other friend could fish, I'd take that rout.  But he can't.  Neither can the other friend.  Most other people I know are busy to the gills.  Family, work, church, a second job, this, that, and the other thing.  All good.  But... yeah.  I might have to dig for partners, check out other local resources.  I want to avoid .gov anything, including the college.  Perhaps there are other groups.  Still, I gave it a shot.

My goal is to be out three times a week from now on.  Hiking, target practice, and fishing once I get some time in on this rod and reel.  Though I may take out my other rods and reals and get them going too, so I can fish in other spots, using other ways, until I can figure out fly fishing.  Some weeks I might fail that, in part or whole.  Some weeks I might get out for a hiking camp out trip, lasting a couple of days.  I just don't know, other that I will have to work up to some kind of shape in prep to escape.  This place is closing down around me, I need to get out before I am trapped.  I'm not even sure, with what is going on politically and financially, that escape is possible.  Though some of the problems that may be coming might well end the near threat from "public servants".   Though, that risk will never go away completely, and even if it does go away for a while, it might come roaring back with a vengeance when people are weakened through a destroyed economy.


Yeah, it is getting that bad.  One burst bubble, of several different types, nearing a dozen needles that have to be negotiated, and there may be no negotiation room left.  Soon or never.  It's just the way of it people.  And not just for gimps.  I feel, in more ways than one, like a turtle on my back being approached by somethings that neither know nor care.  Getting in shape, if nothing else, may allow me to rough it in hiding until a full escape might be attempted.  Believe as you wish, the tides are turning ugly.

Well, back to bed.  Good night.