I may be old, but I'm not too old to howl at the moom! And that's exactly what I was doing tonight, literally. Tonight was the full wolf moon, and I was determined to get some good shots. My buddy REMINGTON had reminded me earlier today. Once it started rising, it moved fast, and we spent the time driving, turning, swerving, and going round in circles to parking lots and roadsides. This was all in an attempt to free the moon from power lines, trees, mountains, and roof tops. Each time something would block it, I would howl. Most of the moon names come from Native Americans. And this name seems to be because in the cruel and snowy month of January, the wolves would circle the encampments, howling with hunger. I've done that often, myself! There will come a time when we won't need to fear wolves or anything else, God tells us this.
"Before they call out, I'll answer. Before they've finished speaking, I'll have heard. Wolf and lamb will graze the same meadow, lion and ox eat straw from the same trough, but snakes-they'll get a diet of dirt! Neither animal nor human will hurt or kill anywhere on my Holy Mountain", says God. The Message: Isaiah 65