Hell Yes Owl Tattoos

Hell yes owl tattoos. I made an appointment with Spike from Spike-O-Matic to get my new tattoo on January 8th. Here it is:

It's going on my right arm taking up the entire length and I'm really looking forward to getting it. Thanks to my fiance'e Just a Girl for turning me on to the wild world of ink!

I was going to have my regular ink artist from Cap City do it but he's gone for the winter and I'm going with Spike instead and I feel good about it after having met him last weekend. Check out Cap City's awesome website, and Spike-O-Matic's FB page while you're at it (Cap City's affraid of FB I guess).

And YES, there's a website I recently found called Fuck Yeah Owl Tattoos that I hope to post mine on some time -- check it out.

So why an owl? Not just any owl: It's the Great Grey owl and it's the biggest owl and I had the priveledge of seeing one while driving the logging roads up in the BWCA. And I've had a certain connection with owls since back in 1981 on the night my dad died. I was canoeing with my buddy Feen on the Wisconsin River that night and had no idea my dad had died that evening. After plenty of beer and whiskey, Feen had headed for the tent but I stayed up and sat by the fire and listened to the water. Soon, either a Barred or a Great Horned owl perched in a tree near me and just kind of hung out there and did his call routine. I genuinely believe it was my dad because I believe that when you die, you can inhabit the bodies of other creatures for a time while you are in the space between here and there. It happened with my sister Beth -- she and my nephew Andy were deer running down the street she lived on the night she died. It happened with my ex-father-in-law Roy -- he was a Bald Eagle perched  above me, my ex-wife, and the kids while we swam in Connors Lake the day after his funeral. For those of you who are materialists out there, I have one thing to tell you: there is so much more.

My son is sick today so I'm home with him. He's sleeping. I'm drinking coffee, sitting by the wood stove with Chloe:

Later

~ will