This is the text of my keynote speech at the 34th Chaos Communication Congress in Leipzig, December You can also watch it on YouTube, but it runs to about 45 minutes.
Tide at 2 years old Sired by Bart. I took Tide on this trip, instead of Bart, to get him used to coyote hunting and fetching trout.
By noon we arrived at a small creek near Red Lake and caught 4 brooks and one rainbow. Tide kept trying to get ahead of me and that would have spooked the fish so I put him on the short leash tied to my belt. Bart will fetch them out of the water when I bring them up to the surface.
Tide needs more training. We continued on up to the Sweetwater's and I stopped in the Star Camp Site beautiful campsite in the white bark pinesbut the biting flies Red hunting hat essay mosquitoes were very bad.
The place where the birds were was a bog and Tide turned into a mud dog fetching the birds. He was a little slow on the first one, and dropped it a couple of times on the way end, but finally delivered it to hand. No fancy finish at heel by that time. The 17 HMR really messes up a starling sized bird.
Moved to a big sandy flat to make my Stop-n-Drop camp to get away from the bugs. Just about sunset we went coyote calling over the horizon about yards away from camp.
I gave out a series of hurt jackrabbit. After about the third series Tide started barking and a coyote had stopped on my left at about 75 yards. Tide was tugging at the leash and the coyote was just standing there.
By the time I could get the rifle into position, the coyote had started running around to get down wind. Tide was whining and barking trying to get free.
Tide sure was excited. Well, the coyote stopped at about yards and I missed. No excuses, I just plain missed! A brown jet was flying down the hill through the sagebrush and there was no way I could have hit it running that fast with Tide pulling on me.
It was exciting for both Tide and me. We went back to camp in the sand and I popped the tab on a cold can of beer and was just taking it easy.
The sleeping bag and bed was all out and I was just relaxing. Well, Tide saw 4 wild horses at about yards and took off like a bullet toward them barking and growling. He left a dust contrail and I could hardly see him through the dust cloud.
I whistled at him and was able to call him back after he had covered about half the distance to the wild horses.
He came back slowly and the horses just stopped, but did not run off. When Tide got back, I put him on my belt leash.
Then the stallion started toward us and the 3 other horses followed a bit behind. We just sat there and at about yards, the stallion started zigzagging and whining and coming toward us.
I reached down and got my Ruger Mag that I keep at bedside and took it out of the holster and the stallion is still getting closer. The stallion finally stopped at about 50 yards and just stood there. We looked at each other for about a minute and finally he turned around and calmly walked away.
We watched the 4 wild horses walk to the far hillside at about yards and finally it got too dark to see them. Well, I open the second calming can of beer and here comes an owl and it swoops down at Tide.
The owl would fly around and then come back and swoop down at Tide. This went on for about 5 minutes.
Tide would run around and the owl would come back for another swoop. Finally the owl lit on a sagebrush and Tide was after him like a shot. Up went the owl and he made a few more swoops and left. That was enough excitement for Tide in one day.Third, Hunting for the truth is a significant part of Holden’s red hunting hat because, when he can’t help himself he goes to someone else and that’s helping him find truth.
It’s like the hat helps him find the truth in what he’s doing and the situations he’s in. One evening over dinner, I began to joke, as I often had before, about writing an essay called “Men Explain Things to Me.” Every writer has a stable of ideas that never make it to the racetrack, and I’d been trotting this pony out recreationally every once in a while.
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This is an essay that shows the symbolism in The Catcher in the Rye. Catcher in the Rye at a Glance. Holden Caulfield’s red hunting hat bears some symbolism. Throughout the book catcher in the rye, whenever Holden wore the red hat it was mentioned.
Its oddness and redness reveal something about Holden’s character and personality. It isn’t as bad as it sounds. From the article: There is a socioeconomic element at play when it comes to exclusion. Those people of color with lower income can feel marginalized by poly community culture’s financial demands, which can include dishing out cash for a fancy play party or a plane ticket to Burning Man.
I knew the future would be shocking but this is a whole other level.