September 7, 2005: I heard an elk bugle in my back yard, so I ran out to attack it, but it got away. Either that, or it was my neighbor practicing his elk calls. He looked at me like I was insane, so I'm thinking he was impressed with my hunting knowledge.

After a pact on the beach in North Carolina, I put together the Sailor Jerry designs shown in the white box (thanks Maggie) and my resulting birthday tattoos are shown as well. Within the first couple of days, I managed to scare a mother and her two children in a Missoula hotel elevator as I was heading down to the pool. I smiled pleasantly at them, but they moved away from me as if I had leprosy. Life is good.