marielmia

Mariel is MIA
2019-06-17 15:31:30 (UTC)

Georgia on My Mind

i kept a paper log of what was to become the most up and down trip M has ever taken me on. It's as it happened, with some after commentary as i type it in. Let's just say, i'm glad to be home.

i got into Atlanta late Thursday night but M got there about half hour after me. On orders, i hadn't showered since Wednesday morning. i don't think i was bad, but then again you can't really smell yourself and i wasn't gonna asked the two men i sat between. Neither seemed to mind me. Aisle Seat kept me talking for the two hour flight. He bought me a bourbon and in other circumstances, i might have allowed pursuit, but M is my man and just knowing i would soon see him had all my attention.
i waited at his gate and then after a giant hug and kiss, picked up his luggage- i had none. M told me nothing but a tooth brush and i took him at his word. He''s done that before and i got some fun replacement clothes to wear but not this time. Since it was late, we checked into a hotel by the airport and he basically laid down on the bed and fell asleep. In other words, no nookie for me in an airport hotel. Seedy hotels always get me excited and, with M sleeping in the bed next to me i silently banged one out. (Our secret, ok?)

We got up early, now 48 hours into the showerless period, and rented a car for a 4 hour drive to who knows where. All i know is that the paved roads ended after hour 3. We pulled up to this house, all by itself, with rental cars and farm equipment parked out front. if the four hours in the car didn't tell me, the sign by the entrance told me we were going hunting. Wild boar or, as i would learn later, ferral pig hunting.

The woman at the desk showed us to our room. Typical bedroom, shared bathroom with other bedrooms on the floor. This was a family home and i guess a family business. Nothing to unpack for me but M pulled out some stuff for him and an "outfit" for me. Olive T-shirt, green camo parachute pants, socks and rubberized combat boots. Oh yes. Boy's briefs and a ball hat. Nothing else and i immediately became uncomfortable with the couple size too small T. Not having much to show but what i got was clearly showing. i felt like every man's eyes would be looking at me. i was already off balance.

There were four other couples there. M knew them all. Of course he did. What am i thinking. So, this farmhouse lunch of hamburgers (which turned out to be pork burgers- uck, had i only know) and some home grown greens of some kind, we got a nice lecture on ferral pigs and the damage they have been doing all over the southern states. Apparently, when pork prices fell years ago, some farmers let their animals run wild and they just took over. They destroy fields and crops by digging up the ground, eating roots and insects. We walked around and they showed us all the ruts and dead trees the pigs caused. Corn harvest was near a month away and the pigs were starting to attack the corn fields. This place puts up hunters, teaches them about the pigs, feeds em, provides a bed and the hunters do their thing. i see the point, but targets are different than live animals.

Now, if you read my early journal, you know i'm no stranger to firearms. It was my Dad's and my bonding. Probs the only one we both enjoyed. Mainly handguns but occasionally we fired rifles at the range. With M, i've done a lot of target shooting. i'm actually pretty good. He took me deer hunting a couple times but each time, i made sure to miss. i was good enough to be close tho, so he was still happy with me. (Our secret, cool?) Still, M and others did their thing and they all had a freezer full of meat. Not my taste at all but i had to try for M. Again, not my taste.

The afternoon was spent walking the grounds and looking at the substantial armory the owners had. Yes the pigs, but maybe defending our borders (lol, Donald) might have been on their minds too. This is the real 'Merican south. Not only could these folks feed a small army, they could be one.

Next entry - Pinging is fun!




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