neat unless you have fat pudgy fingers.

Now it"s been a week or so since I put my Alcatel flip3 on the shelf, and got, this Samsung Galaxy.  There are many updates and set up tasks that need to be done, from downloading my photos to setting up my voice mail. The one adjustment I'd love ❤️  to do is making this blooming 😍 keyboard and font size a bunch larger. My fat pudgy fingers are too damn big. I write shit so much that I am making too.many spelling and grammatical errors, So need

to go back and edit

 No big, just slows shit down. C history Jesus is going to be put off todY since no gò-fluid. That's okay have tech stuff to.do

There is editing and upgrading of stuff on our web pages and groups. Everything that I carved out on my flip3 including phrom phone numbers to contact renewels. As well membership service records

Though it's nice to have Wolf. Paws, still even at the food Marts, those tiny data pads and that rubber 👢 boot, gets in the way. So need to enter my dat⁰e these landing pads bbigger? twice. Why can't these programmers make these data entry landing pads BIGGER ??

JUSTT geek squeeze.

 

Patrick@ayrewolfaviation.com 

not all are created equal 0

Not all contraptions are created equal but they dernwell try.

This includes cell/smartphones. Granted my tiny friend Alcatel flip3 was no big thing? But it lacked in size and user apps, it made up for in being reliable, most of the time and simple to.use.While this new fangled Samsung Galaxy phone is a medium duty pain in the 6

 For those not into aviation slang, your 6 is your rear end aka your butt.

Okay then: 👍 

Most k2 tech is written in numeric binary coding. Mostly ms.dos c++ and excellerated by a qbasic gnome language. Heaped on the back of a drm chip produced by Micron tech of Boise Idaho. 

At this point I want to say this; when I punched out of Idaho few weeks ago, it wasn't about the state of Idaho itself, it was over a failed rather sadly a spoiled he/she relationship, added to that bad hurtful things and getting 86'd out of many eating establishments duets s ton of misunderstandings and the higher than needed cost of living

It ain't much different here in Evanston, certainly, it's colder here and not completely over priced real estate. The serious smackdown by the owner of a property manager not warning in big letters of impending injury on stairs that led to a lower floor, of which I should have seen, but it was a poorly lit hallway, next to the head. Combined with not being fully awake.. shortly falling down those stairs, coming up looking like heell covered in blood.

With it all not in my right mind, when I saw I had some cash in my bank there, to keep from losing it altogether, I packed my stuff in Gen. JaXson filled him up, and rolling over here to Etown

 Assuming that the supportive attitude to be here aside was in 2017 when I jumped out 

Of 

here to Etown. Which it ain't here that way now. It's more cut throat here,  it took near a month but I got a pot to pee in and a window to throw it out of now, foood to. Eat doing okay

KAWR is about to launch all is great on U.S.S MONTGOMERY here. 

The basic infrastructure has been obtained so not doing bad. The old went out with the new infantile system stop is in place. No worries.

But, why basic tech is lost on these ɓrain numb imbuscles, but they do try. The core hold up here is simple fear. Fear of a mass media facility scares the manure of these people already in broadcasting near here, as well as in the big brine shrimp capitol of Utah namely Salt Lake City

 The local public isvspòked as to that of things it doesn't understand,  we may not be the choir boys they were expecting. A group of fight the system crew that has more dang grit than J ohn Wayne

 That's why people' here lash out. We will not lash out, but we ain't taking too kindly the fingers, either.

Patrick@ayrewolfaviation.com 

 

 

myy my my butt hurts

Sitting on a hard cement floor most of the day engineering this radio op, makes my posterior sore. While the owner of this bungalo ain't too happy About me camping out here, still it sma ks  enter than the alternative. 

Should I have thought all of this through a bit more? Sure and would have had circumstances been different.  But I iz here , and I'm not going to quit.

but why?l

But why?

But why can't they make this easier?

If you're an old fougy like me you get ùsed to old tech but newer.? I get so dern angry that I could easily throw the dern phone against a wall.

Just like when they started installing new glass instrument clusters on our choppers. Ì liked the order analog gages the new ones if you lose juice that flat panel is SOL. At least with the older panels you could still fly. Likewise my older Alcatel flip3. It still worked with less hassle. As it is my Facebook and yahoo accounts can't be accessed.  

Hey I'm not a big kaios fan, but that smaller ALCATEL flip3 kicks butt. 

Finally some loudmouth at a VFW meeting called into question my military service. As such one of our KNYTES associated members decided to be disloged from the club OK, wasn't that deep of a member anyway. But the fact that this idiot Lincolnite ɓecause of his mouth is making me have to do a helluva lot of damage repair, is task that I really don't have time for.  Looking Into lawsuit. 

How's your day¿?

Are State agencies geographically challenged or scared to look beyond their comfort zones?

 

Another month nearly over. Office/Studio lease signed sealed and delivered. Sadly residence wise am still challenged, so still snoozing in ye ole General JaXson.

Which brings me to the point of this entry. Was trying to saw logs Friday into Sunday morning, but ground temprature dropped into the mid teens here, so all parts of me was, how would you say? Frozen. Add to that, no fuel in ye ole General JaXson, so no heat. So out of mere thought looked up as good as I could on line on my flipfone3 and found Wyoming 211. Called them, they sent over the young cub scouts with guns, to get me warm, although they had been there at least 8 times prior that night.

Understand All day Saturday called everyone of ya'll that was close enough to do any good, but none of ya'll were home or able. Little Rick, no drivers license, his mobility is limited. Nate, and wife in Florida, no help there. Big Jon, Covid. 

So then Wyo-211. Good outfit, to at least hanging in with me, and all, but no knowledge of what is in Evanston, and what ain't. Which is a lot, even for a mere population of 20K , still even good ole Hazzard with a population of 2K has more down and out resources, than Evanston has. 

Thing is the lady at Wyo-211 fingered that I was in Bear Lake County, not Uinta County. Which meant one is in Idaho/Utah, the other on the Wyo/Utah border. Geographically, challeneged . Now grand Wyoming, is not alone here. Idaho and most of Utah are in this boat as well. You have state agencies and support agencies located in and dern near, the major population centers, but never in the rest of the state. In Idaho, its Boise, yet Twin Falls, Burley, etc have no dang idea of what is or what aiin't available as far as social services are available, especially, for Military Veterans. No Idea. Nor Agencies that deal with V.A. that have no clue how to deal with freshly discharged Military, Veterans that were involved in the many aka spook special ops, MO's. It's just squirly. 

What to do? Here comes the WolfPack. 

Now it's finding the who and what to set up a working side gig for the V.A. here for special op's retirees.

Now then right next to the same office space, that AWR will occupy, is two more offices, that could easily house a full featured Veteran's Outreach Extension Center. 

So, WolfPack, need to have a WolfPack pow-wow huddle. 

Get in toouch with me on my cell #. 

Then came Sunday. Glad I found or was led to, the House of Prayer. Not only did they give immediate aid to my fuel and food situation, But, after the sermon, I walked up to the alter, fell on my knees and cried as I prayed. There was at least 2 maybe 3 people, there with their hands on my shoulder in a caring way, but I felt a release that flooded over me like a running firehose. I knew right then, that this Testimony that I have been carrying for 64 years with the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, has been false, and demonized. Maybe Russell Nelson needs to come and take a few lessons, from the House of Prayer. 

Amazing ain't it? 

Keep it Wingz level, and Prop secured.

 

It really is about absolute Trust

 

One thing always is part of any armed incursion flight. It's called Trust. Trust in the fact your wyngperson, or persons, are there. Two they will watch over you as you watch after them, and act in accordance. It's called Trust, that the ground flight tech, has your craft performing at its prime ability. That all flyte sys's are operational and optimum. 

The friendships and brotherly duties are ones that you can't describe. It goes much deeper than any remotely famdamnly relationship. In the air if you can't Trust your squadron brethren, your done for without having to think about it. If there's no air or other cover, your a sitting goose, not the fearless Wolf or in our case Wolvez that your designation depicts. These kinds of things are what we look for in a new recruit for and of the WolfPack, as any auxiliaries appointees, or sign ups. Whether it's behind the mic, behind the console spinning hot wax and barking/howling, or recruiting honeies for nose art. If we can't depend on you, likewise you will not be allowed into anywhere, within or as a side, of the WolfPack. 

The WolfPack, 

 was formed out of a SAR unit, in 1988. Following such, The WolfPack, not only performs SAR, duty, but also low level recon, as well as ground hugging attack modes. The WolfPack, was originally part of the U.S. Navy, but was absorbed into the Marine Combat Squadron vertical corps. 

Today the WolfPack is one of two AVI ops that belongs to what we call the United Confederate States Marine Corps, and operates out of three regional squadron HQ's. 

Admission to the WolfPack is by invitation only, we pick you, you never pick us. Call the WolfPack, the M.C. of flight. The difference between us and a standard M.C. is: we fly, M.C.'s usually don't.

As the CXO of the WolfPack, I welcome all, but know who and what your wanting.
Duty is required, Loyalty is Absolute. 

Some days you get the bear, some days the bear gets you

 

Tiz what it is. Some days you get the bear, most days the bear gets you. The second lane of that is relatively similar. Most days you can't get it into second gear even if you double clutch it. 

Slept good overnight. It feels great that I rid myself of the abdominal Church. Look it's foundation gospel is as accurate as can be, thing is 80% of the denomination, has no clue on inclination to know what it all means. Let alone put into practice what is being beltched forwerd. They read scripture, but even then they clip most of what they want or need of it, without reading the entire chapter, verse, or even what they not know what is. Example, several years ago, I asked one of my Priesthood brethren( some dang brothers, knife you in the back when not looking. ) why little was mentioned in scripture, of the great Northern invasion of 1862 to 1872. Nope none, at least they couldn't tell me where.

It wasn't until one evening in Jerome, after settled down, that I happened upon part 87 of the D&C that explained it. What I do is read it all as a continuing novel, not just pick it apart. I read, ponder, consider, then keep on reading.

My Mama Wolf of all the things she taught me was how to read. Granted sometimes my spelling is way off, sometimes dead-on target, but I love to read. Problem with much of the scriptures its always in a small to extra small print, to where I can't see it all, without using reading glasses.  So, I get headaches from the one-eyed squint, that I have to read. Considering much of that reading is done off an Alcatel, Flip 3 flip phone that has the smallest if not thee smallest, screens in Cell tech. 

When my head hit the pillow, after catching some albeit swindled fuel, from that Dennis Wayne Transient Bishop, where I had heat, in ye ole General JaXson, and I was out like a shipyard dock lamp. 

Now SkuttleButt.

 The WolfPack has been coming under fire here lately from a ton and a half( 1/2 ) of manure that we don't relish, or that is not even close  to accurate. I focused on something on fB earlier, on why me? Why do I get pegged and perhaps its not just me, but seams 

as though every con artist, scammer, and airport runway hussy, targets me. Do they not examine the financial picture of me? Sure I own 3 multi million dollar aircrafts. All helicopters. But av turbine fuel is at , $7.00 per gallon, with a miles per at 800 miles distance, takes a ton of cash out of my stash. That's during the summer. Winter I'm pulling heavy haul rigs out of snow piles, in one of 4 tow trucks. ( sorry, had to sell two in trade for a Holmes 220,A and a Holmes 600R. ) At 12 miles per gallon, at $5.00 per gallon don't leave a heap amount of leftover cash scraps. So I ain't wealthy, at least by monetary standards. But what I do is honest, and as low a cost as possible. 

Of course there is the WolfPack itself. I have a eternal duty there with all of our membership. Many of which I flew with into and out of combat zones. My 6 was in their hands and vice versa. 80% of my responsibility is of and for the radio network. An exclusive network, of strategically located stations across the Union and around the world, keeping jarheaded rotorcraft aviators informed, and entertained. This is not the easy task that it would seam 

especially when it's not just putting together my programs, but hiring, firing, training, on air crews especially women. Why women? Simple there is a aviator, on a rack on a floating airport out in the Med, after long patrol/battle flights. Who could use the soothing sound of a soft, a little seductive motherly voice. Not just my burly raspy voice. That Duty is done out of brotherly love unlike no blood sibling you can imagine. That said, these are my friends, close friends. As such I'm doing the best I can with what I have to do with. But, I do it all on a volunteer basis. I don't make a single dollar on it. Or from the WolfPack. So if these hussies, think I'm rolling in green in my jeans, I have newez for them. Tain't so. 

So again, Why Me? 

Finally, as I circle and land, artwork for and of the WolfPack unies, and wearables is due 12-15-2023. I want our official things to jump out and bite. Not just be docile. So, get drawing.

The migration vacation, to S.U.U, in Cedar City, takes place the week of the 20 November 2023. Will depart in 4 flight pattern byrds, from Evanston Wyoming KVAW at 06:00 with an eta of 09:00. Bar-B-Que, complete with okra. 

Register at ayrewolffm.com under comments. 

  

What a tangle turbulant sky we fly

 

Spent all night fretting about comments at my local coffee shop, here that were raised by some little split tail, that decided to exit, our career thing. What get's me, is she was fired, she wasn't hairassed, Nor harmed. It was her decision to take on our career opportunity. Was that our fault? No. But she made such a fuss, posting nasty insinuating garbage on facebook. Again not true. But it's one thing to kick me in the groin, its another when she incites a riot with one of, if not my dearest female friends on the planet. When they go after my Nurse GoodBody, I call her that because she resembles Nurse GoodBody from HeeHaw 

yea I know we make a great-looking couple. In answer to the obvious, she's not ready yet. After 3 bad relationships, she's still being a bit aloof. However, at the end of each text, I tell her I love her, and she says it back. Which is why I remain single ready to be with her. That said, all the toew smooches, and such that she and I did in 2009-2010 at the studio, in Gooding Idaho, were thrown out there as porn. Moreover I , mind you was called a pedophile. Shit, I used to think the word PED meant, a lady's feet, not child anything. Okay, so I was raised on a farm near Hazzard Idaho. What the hell did I know? I never have nor will harm a child. Hell, just ask Erin, her kids, and I get along just fine, in fact even when they were younger. Her son and I used to tune Harley's. Oh yea I'm an asshole. The little skanks thing will not succeed. I thought of just packing up and saying piss on it here. Fact is, I'm staying put and building this radio station, and the WolfPack, whether it kills me or not. So yesterday went out to our Hangar here, to check on the Lady. First, found mice droppings, meaning need mouse traps. Then saw a hydraulic leak under the Lady, found a hose that had came undone, so with wrenches and screwdriver, fixed that. Until Later My Friends.