Apparently Pinchy Winchy was a game the Marx Brothers used to play with each other back in the day. It involved pinching the cheek of the guy next to you and I guess the loser was whoever didn’t find a cheek to pinch back. Now, don’t judge them too harshly – those boys didn’t have cable TV, the Internet, or computer games, and the bikinis of the time made a burka look outright frivolous in comparison.
Is it a bird? No! Is it a plane? No! What is it? It’s a bear being shot out of a canon! And I’m not even exaggerating as this rally may be nearing its first leg but is long from being over. The bears basically had been handed eighteen months to take this market to the woodshed and failed miserably. Every. Single. Time. The price to be paid is going to be enormous because a failure of this magnitude should come with an appropriate punishment.
When looking for a good theme for this post I pondered for a while and then decided to use a picture of a bristlecone pine, which are widely considered to be the oldest living trees in the world. You can find them near the Nevada/California border and if you wind up traveling in the area then I strongly recommend that head over to Bishop and from there head up high up into the White Mountains.
Not sure what exactly is cooking this morning but I’m seeing setups crawling out of the woodwork. Time to hone our trapping skills! I’ve taken the liberty to post an instructional video that should get you going. I’m not sure how twerking and dub stepping fits into the hunting procedure but being a city boy I gladly yield to the experts.