OPLAN T-O-R-O-T-O-T

That fast, that furious, as we said our goodbyes to 2011.

Like a turbo-charged car in sixth-gear, the days counting down to December were in a hurried state.

I’ll take the good days and the bad days as well. 

While I have regrets about stupid-fucking choices I made(consciously or under whatever influence it may have been at that time) they are still my mistakes that I can not undo.  I ask for forgiveness, a little understanding, and a resolve not to fuck-up again.

The better days I had, it is for me to enjoy and cherish. To have been part of guiding people improve their own lives would probably rank as the biggest achievement I have contributed for Y2011.

During the last two days of Y2011, I chanced upon two visitors. 

Rizal Day, December 30. -Along the winding mountain road of Bo,Lawagin, Nagcarlan, Laguna I saw an ominous sign – a white crane riding on the back of a water buffalo.  I pulled down by the roadside, pulled out my “Silent Trigger” and zeroed the scope on the white-feathered visitor.  It was about  40 feet away, with almost no wind blowing at any direction. I did not have to make any compensation on my scope.  All of a sudden, the water buffalo started to move.  What the fuck!! The white-feathered creature would surely flap its wing and move on to a more stable platform.  I was dumbstruck as the crane simply enjoyed the ride and decided not to fly as it moved closer to my position. The water buffalo moved about 10 feet closer and I could already place the dead-center of the scope on its scrawny neck. If I severe the neck with my .22 caliber subsonic round, it would immediately paralyze the bird as it falls to the ground.  I chamber the rifle and began the breathing cycle as I prepare to pull the trigger. At the last moment, I re-engaged the safety and took my eyes of the scope.  I smiled at the water-buffalo who gave the crane a platform to rest.  I said in my mind : “Go home Mr. Crane, I’ll let you fly this time”… What the fuck right? Well, at least today, the bird isn’t  depriving any fisherman of his livelihood by just sitting on the Carabao’s back.  My son and daughter were surprised, but very happy that I did not bag the crane.

A rude visitor however decided to pay a visit on the last Day of the year, 31^st December.  My pet budgies(love birds) were making such a ruckus that I had to check what the fuck was pissing them off. Lo and behold! A sewer-rat was busy chewing the plastic container where I stashed the bird seeds. My pets were angrily reacting to the hungry rodent who was stealing their food.  I dashed for my “Silent Trigger” and without remorse fired a bullet down-wind where the sewer rat was feasting on the bird seeds. From my scope, I followed through with the movement of the sewer rat as it crumpled flat on its belly.  I believe it was a “clean hit”. The sewer rat did not flail nor flinch after the hollow-pointed round penetrated its skin and probably snapped into two, its vertebral column. Serves the rat-fucker some good!!

Talk about ending the year with a sub-sonic bang!  Happy New Year everybody.