Attire for the hunt:

As usual, Dark clothing is recommended.

Please make your way to the doodoo pit and apply the hunter’s deodorant. The birds sleep to 11, so they should not be a bother.

All Sharp pointy knives, sticks, bones and stones will be accepted provided they are sheathed.

We don’t need to be reminded what happened 386 moons ago to poor Heripides. His sad song Oh’ Limpus, is a tender story of loss we can all get behind.

The hill

Grilius has signaled twice that the vultures appear to be nearly done with that behemoth and the coyotes left around three last night. He has let us know with the smoke message sent this am that you can head up there for lunch shortly.

Rumors and innuendo:

There is some talk about moving next week. Delirious has prognosticated that the hunting will be good if we move in that direction. I would give you more, but my back was turned when I he was talking. He has since moved on to discussing something he calls AI, but I think it is those mushrooms he is so fond of tucking between his cheeks. Ya know the spotted ones.

Opinion:

Some of us have noticed in recent days an unusual array of dead trees that apparently and intentionally been half buried upright into holes dug into the ground. It is disturbing on so many levels that anyone in this modern day can think they can bring a dead log back to life by simply planting it. It makes little sense to me, as there are already enough trees to go around. But these vertical mammoths have another concern that I believe is even more ominous. This week, someone has further defiled these poor deceased trees and actually cut the branches to have horizontal sections connecting these half-buried structures. I don’t understand if it’s some new religion or what, but I had a heck of a time getting past it with my son, Simi. Due to the inconsideration this reporter did some personal investigating and have spoken with at least five other people who have mentioned a name. I won’t say who it is, but he wears a loin that is blue and he tends to stay in the cave off of Lew’s corner. This monstrosity should be removed and an apology to mother nature for the intrusion on her soul, not to mention the bruise on my inner thigh I received climbing over it.I take o’fence.