Saturday, December 7, 2019

A Dog for Christmas?












     In 1952 Patti Page asked the question, “How Much is That Doggie in the Window?” The question is should you buy that doggie, kitty, chick or duckling for Christmas? Only you can answer that question. Remember that a pet is more than a one night obligation. A pet is a lifetime responsibility, their lifetime. How prepared you are for this pet, will determine how good his life will be. Or will it end up in a shelter. Because after all he’s not just a dog. You are bringing home a new member of the family.

     I don’t recommend buying a dog from a store. They are usually more expensive, and some stores will actually open up a credit account so you can buy a dog. Is it really wise to go into debt for a pet? We will discuss the long-term cost of adding a new family member later. There are much better places to buy your new pooch than a store. Animal shelters are a great place to start. The best dog I ever had was a shelter dog.  If you know that you want a certain breed of dog, then there are breed specific rescues for every breed under the sun. Then there are ethical breeders. Not all breeders are puppy mills. Ethical breeders plan out the litters and take very good care of their dogs. If you choose to go to a breeder, get references and ask questions.

Questions like:  

1.      How are the puppies socialized?

2.      Can I see the parent dogs?

3.      Have the puppies been to the vet?

4.      How many litters a year does the mother have?

The list goes on.

     Christmas morning and the kids find a black and white pointer puppy under the tree. Everyone fights over holding, petting and kissing it. The dog is in heaven everyone loves him. Over the next few days the kids love to feed him and walk him and even clean up after him. After the new year, school starts. The mornings are rushed. Kids running for the bus you and your wife grab coffee to go and head out the door to work. Then you hear a whine. You kiss your wife and let her leave for work, you let the dog out. Five minutes go by, he runs in and thanks you with a kiss on your nose. You rush to work and get there just in time.

     The puppy, we’ll call him Zeke. Zeke spends his first day all alone, what does he do? He gets into everything. The paper towels are ripped up all over the floor he finds a shoe under the couch your wife has been looking for and made a chew toy out of it. He’s only 14 weeks old he can’t hold it all day long so there is a landmine here and a puddle there. What do you do when you come home? If you blow up at the dog, each other or the kids, then a puppy is not for you.

     Zeke is a baby and needs the same kind of patience and attention you gave your childern at that age. It takes time to train a dog. It will be worth every minute you spend with Zeke. When you are out in the field and he points his first pheasant or quail you will get a feeling of pride, knowing that you trained him. In training him, you are creating a life long bond not just for you, but your entire family will benefit.

     Pets are costly. When you consider the money, you will spend for food, treats, toys, beds, the vet and any emergencies it can add up.  You will spend $175.00 a month or more on Zeke. Sometimes things may get tough, money is tight and it’s going to be a sacrifice to feed Zeke this week. What do you do? He is family. You have to feed him. Cut down on treats and buy less expensive food but you have to feed him. Taking him to the pound is not an option.

     Remember Zeke is only a part of your life, but you are all he has. You are his life.

    

Over the years you have spent countless hours hunting over Zeke, loving, playing with him and at times getting mad at him. The kids are older and involved in sports or dance, they have their own friends and do their own thing, Zeke is 12 years old. He still gets excited when you bring out your shotgun, but instead of an all day hunt Zeke can do a 30 minute hunt. He is giving you his all, but he is older. On the way back to the truck Zeke locks up on point like he in his prime. In the back of your mind you know this could be his last point. You walk in, a rooster jumps, you fire and he falls to the ground. Zeke runs and retrieves the bird. You have your phone out to capture this moment in time. He brings it to your hand just like you taught him. When you arrive back to the truck you lift Zeke into the bed of the truck, he sits, you put your hunting vest, the bird and shotgun down next to him for one last hero shot of Zeke.

     On the drive home, He puts his head on your lap, you stroke his ears with a lump in your throat knowing that the end is near. You remember that Christmas 12 years ago when you brought this little puppy home. You remember the chewed up shoe and how mad your wife was, you remember Zeke’s first point, first retrieve and that time he got lost in some unfamiliar field. You remember how you waited by the truck for over an hour, when suddenly he bounds over a downed pine tree and runs right towards you, you tried to be mad, but all you could do is hug him and call him a stupid dog for getting lost. Now that the end is near, you would give anything to live those times over again.

     The question is should you buy that doggie, kitty, chick or duckling for Christmas? If you are ready for the challenges, the expense the years of joy and some heartache, then yes by all means buy that pet for Christmas. All I ask is that you take into consideration not just your life and feelings but that of the dog.


Wednesday, July 10, 2019

The Legend, The Myth, The Monster


Bluff Creek Calf 1967.
 
 
 
 

It’s the late 1800’s, two men meet around a campfire. An older mountain man who spent his life hunting, trapping and exploring the vast wilderness of the west. His hair is unkept, his beard is long, his skin is weather worn, but his eyes are clear. His coat and pants are made of buckskin a beaver skin cap covers his head. he carries a nine-and-a-quarter-inch by one-and-a-half-inch razor sharp single edged knife and an old Hawkin Track of the Wolf rifle. His name? Bauman.

The younger man is in his late twenties, a man that knows the outdoors as well as any other. He wears a wide brim hat and glasses and buckskin shirt, pants and gloves. He carries a .450 double barrel rifle, a Colt .38 and goes by the name Ted.

The night is dark, the only light comes from the campfire, when Bauman says, “Many years ago, when I was a young man, something very strange happened.”

Taking a sip of his coffee Ted listens while Bauman begins to relate the story of those few horrible days long ago. Here is Bauman’s story.

“They struck out on foot through the vast, gloomy forest, and in about four hours reach a little open glade where they concluded to camp, as signs of game were plenty. There was still an hour or two of daylight left, and after building a brush lean-to and throwing down their packs, they started up stream.

They were surprised to find that during their absence something, apparently a bear, had visited camp, and rummaged about among their things, scattering the contents of their packs, and in sheer wantonness destroying their lean-to. The footprints of the beast were quite plane, but at first they paid no particular heed to them, busing themselves with rebuilding the lean-to laying out their beds and stores and lighting the fire.

While Bauman was making ready supper, it being already dark, his companion began to examine the tracks more closely…Coming back to the fire, he stood by it a minute or two, peering out into the darkness, and suddenly remarked, “Bauman that bear has been walking on two legs.” Bauman laughed at this.

After discussing whether the footprints could be possibly those of a human being, and coming to the conclusion that they could not be, the two men…went to sleep. At midnight Bauman was awakened by some noise…his nostrils were struck by a strong, wild-beast odor, and he caught the loom of a great body in the darkness of the lean-to.

In the morning they started out to look at a few traps they set…and put out some new ones. By unspoken agreement they kept together all day, and returned to camp towards evening. On nearing it they saw, hardly to their astonishment, that the lean-to again had been torn down. The ground was marked up by  its tracks, and on leaving camp it had gone along the soft earth by the brook, where the footprints were as plain as if on snow, and, after careful scrutiny of the trail, it certainly did seem as if, whatever the thing was, it had walked off on two legs.

They kept a roaring fire throughout the night, one or the other sitting on guard most of the time. About midnight the thing came down through the forest opposite, across the brook, and stayed on the hillside for nearly an hour…Several times it uttered a harsh, grating, long-drawn moan, a peculiarly sinister sound. Yet did not venture near the fire. In the morning the two trappers discussing the strange events of the last 36 hours, decided that they would shoulder their packs and leave the valley that afternoon.

On first leaving camp they had the disagreeable sensation of being followed. In the dense spruce thickets they occasionally heard brush snap after they had passed…At noon they were back within a couple miles of camp.

There were still three beaver traps to collect in a little pond in a wide ravine near by. Bauman volunteered to gather these and bring them in, while his companion went ahead to camp and made ready the packs. He took several hours in securing and preparing the beaver, and when he started homewards he marked, with some uneasiness, how low the sun was getting.

At last he came to the edge of the little glade where the camp lay, and he shouted as he approached it, but got no answer. The campfire had gone out, though the thin blue smoke was still curling upwards. Stepping forward he shouted again and as he did his eye fell on the body of his friend…Rushing towards it the horrified trapper found that the body was still warm, but the neck was broken, while there were four great fang marks in the throat.

The footprints of the unknown beast-creature, printed deep in the soft soil, told the whole story. The unfortunate man, having finished his packing, had sat down on the spruce log face to the fire, his back to the dense woods, to wait for his companion.

It had not eaten the body, but apparently had romped and gamboled around it in uncouth glee occasionally rolling it over and over.

Bauman, utterly unnerved, and believing that the creature with which he had to deal was something either half human or half devil…abandoned everything but his rifle and struck off at speed down the pass.”

Many years later, around the campfire Ted being a man of good judgement believed what the older Bauman had told him. To read the entire account of Bauman’s encounter, Ted included it in his 1892 book, Wilderness Hunter By Teddy Roosevelt.

Bigfoot, Sasquatch or Skunk Ape whatever you may call it, this is just one account in human history of a large bipedal creature in the woods, swamps and mountains of North America.

Do you believe in Sasquatch? Or is Bigfoot a centuries old hoax? If bigfoot is real, where is all the evidence? Where are the bodies of the dead? When was the last time you came across the carcass of a deer in the woods? Maybe like the elephant, the bigfoot community bury their dead. If they don’t, nature has a way of disposing of the body rather quickly. Without the help of scavengers that will scatter the bones and body parts, in as few as twenty days the body would be gone.  

Plaster Casts


What evidence do we have in favor of the existence of a large bipedal creature living in North America? First and foremost, we have the footprints. Some have been ruled out as hoaxes, while hundreds of others cannot be explained. We also have clear pictures and videos. The best being the 1967 Patterson-Gimlin film. We have sightings. How many sightings do we have? The Oregon Bigfoot Sighting Data Base has 2,535 registered sightings with Washington state leading the way with 522.

Josh Stephens compiled sightings over 92 years in North America. In the lower 48 states there were 3,313 from 1921-2012. People from all walks of life have reported seeing a large hairy bipedal creature roaming our woods. First responders, business owners, sportsman, politicians and the list goes on. How many people do not report a sighting out of fear of ridicule?

Just how long have bigfoot sightings been recorded? You might be surprised to know that the first recorded sighting was in 1792. On an expedition of the Pacific North West that was ordered by New Spain, was Joes Mariano Mozino, a naturalist from Mexico. In his journal, he describes a wood dwelling creature that the natives considered a demon. This creature was monstrous in size, covered in black bristled hair a large human shaped head with large fangs protruding from its mouth. The creature had long arms and commutated with laud howls.

Does all the evidence of Sasquatch come from the Pacific North West? No. Florida and the South East have a lot of sightings as well as the North East and Midwest.

On August 27, 1958 Jerry Crew found and cast large humanoid footprints. These prints were 16 inches long with a stride form 46-60 inches, depending on the terrain it was walking on. Mr. Crew was a Caterpillar operator on a construction crew in Bluff Creek California. When Jerry’s story and pictures hit the local papers, the creature was introduced to the world as Bigfoot.

Jerry Crew news paper article
Sasquatch comes from the Salish Indians of the Pacific North West. Their word Se’Sxac (sasquatch) means Wild Man.

The name Skunk Ape comes out of Florida. This cousin of the western bigfoot tends to spend most of his time in the swamps and emits a horrible odor. Sightings of the Skunk Ape have been reported for hundreds of years.

Every region in the country and around the world have a history of sightings. The only continent that hasn’t had a sighting is Antarctica. If Sasquatch doesn’t exist, are we experiencing world-wide mass hysteria?

Theories abound about what Bigfoot might be, from an alien transplant, shapeshifter, an undiscovered ape species or a distant cousin to an ancient humanoid. I personally don’t believe that Sasquatch is from outer space or that he might be a shapeshifter. If it were a shapeshifter, why would it take the from of a cryptid?

Could Bigfoot be an undiscovered species of ape? According to several government agencies including the Bureau of Land Management, there are 109,478,939 acres of wilderness land in the lower forty-eight states. That’s bigger than Florida, Michigan, Vermont and Connecticut combined. That’s a lot of land for North American ape to hide.

Another theory is that Sasquatch is a distant cousin of Gigantopithecus Blacki, Giganto for short. Many believe that Giganto may have migrated from China across the land bridge with the early humans and other animals. It is speculated that Gigantopithecus Blacki has evolved into today’s North American Bigfoot and the Yeti in Asia.

Most of the Indian tribes in North America have folklore of a strong, hairy, strange smelling wild man, who wanders the woods at night. Some of these creatures are of a supernatural origin and have various powers. Legends from other tribes are dangerous. These “Stick Indians” or “Bush Indians” live in villages and wage war on neighboring tribes. These Bush Indians also take childern and eat humans.

Other tribes see Sasquatch very differently. They see the Bigfoot community as shy helpers, who might take a few things from the tribe that they need, but they are considered guardians of the natural world. It is said that these guardians may also take a human bride.

We have discussed the facts and folklore of the elusive Sasquatch. Native people from all over the world have cave drawings, stories and folklore about a big hairy man living in the wilderness. Can all these tribes be mistaken? There is always truth behind the legend, the question lays in where does the truth end and the legend begin?
 
 
The next time you are out in the wonderful world of the outdoors and have a feeling that you are being watched, or smell a horrible scent, you might not be alone. Let’s not forget about their communication skills of wood knocking and vocalization. Earlier this year my wife and I were sunset fishing from our canoe on the Withlacoochee river in North Central Florida, when we heard four howls. After these howls the forest was quite for a few minutes. It wasn’t coyotes or anything like I ever heard before. I’m not saying that what we heard was the Skunk Ape, but there is some truth to every legend.

Monday, May 27, 2019

Your Own Backyard


 

 
Like so many outdoorsmen and women you work. Unfortunately, work eats into our time spent in the great outdoors. While most of us can’t fish our favorite trout stream, hunt quail behind the best pointer in the county or even take a long stroll down a tree shaded path with the one we love, daily. We can observe the wonders of nature in our own backyards.

Wildlife abounds in and around your backyard, all you have to do is take a fresh look. There are many things you may not even notice, those wildflowers growing in your lawn, attract all manner of pollinators. Butterflies flutter about and bees collect pollen to keep our tables full of fruits and vegetables.

Take a closer look at the trees and shrubs around your house. They are a habitat for birds, snakes, and all kinds of insects.

A honeybee hive
photo credit D.Carroll
Have you ever seen a bee collecting pollen? Take a few minutes and watch nature at work. You can get as close as you like, honeybees are very docile.

How about hummingbirds? Whether at a feeder or gathering nectar from flowers, hummingbirds are fun for the whole family to watch. Hummingbirds can fly up to 30 MPH and when your kids see one fly backwards for the first time, they will be hooked on the wonders of nature. With their long beaks and multi-color plumage hummingbirds make great subjects for the photographer of the family.

If you own a dog, then you know that as soon as he sees a squirrel it’s game on. Squirrels are everywhere, so why even bother to watch them? Because they are amazing acrobats. Watch and see the many way that squirrels will figure out to get into that bird feeder. If you ever have the opportunity to watch a squirrel bury his nuts, it’s quite a show. He will dig, look around, drop the nuts in the ground, look again and cover them up. This is all done very quickly. He wants to be sure that no one is going to steal his stash of nuts for the winter.
A baby dove less than 45 minutes old
photo credit D. Carroll
 

Do you like watching the military channel on tv? If you do you may want to take notice of one of the most effective armies the world has ever known. This army serves at the pleasure of their queen. She directs what food they need, when and where to go, who protects the kingdom and who the workers are. These many kingdoms outnumber humans one million to one! I’m talking about ants. While the workers are out gathering food for the colony, they march in a single line going both directions. If you watch each ant will “high five” each one it passes. They do this to pass on information to each other. If you live in the south and disturb a fire ant mound, then you will see the fierceness with which this army protects the nest. These colonies can have up to 500,000 ants. That’s one big army! Ants are fascinating creatures if you take the time to watch.

Sitting on you back porch as the sun sinks below the horizon, tree frogs begin to emerge from their daytime hiding places and start to sing their song of dusk. With the dusk, comes insects, if you watch the frogs, they will soon start to feed on the gnats, moths and other insects that gather at the light. The frog is an amazing marksman with his lightning fast tongue. If you are lucky enough, your frog will eat a firefly, then you can see its insides every time the firefly lights up.

Peacock spider
Along with frogs, the insects will also bring spiders. Spiders have an undeserved bad reputation. Very few are poisonous. They eat a lot the insects that bug us at night. Spiders can be as beautiful as any creature that inhabits the earth. If you have never watched a spider move in on its prey, it’s as fast, violent and daunting as a lion taking down a gazelle.

This is just the beginning of the wildlife you can find in your own backyard. Depending where you live, you could see moose, gators or bear just by looking out your window. I am lucky enough that at any given time, looking out my backdoor, I might see bobcats, coyotes, eagles, ospreys, iguanas and much more.

Our lives are busy, with work, coaching your children’s sports, and that never- ending honey do list. Most of us can’t get out on the water or into the woods as much as we’d like. Why not take the opportunity life gives us to slow down. Take notice of the life teeming in our own backyard. Afterall that’s where as kids we first discovered the wonders of nature.
Hummingbird at rest
Photo credit Jennifer Carroll

 
                                                                  

Saturday, March 16, 2019

A Sportsman's View


 

 


 

I grew up fishing, hunting and spending most of my time in the outdoors. I was raised to love and respect nature. I’ve never hunted just for trophies and I practice catch and release, unless I am bringing home dinner. If I don’t catch anything or if I’m not bringing home meat from the field, then it’s still a good day because I was one with the amazing creation of nature.

With all the news of The Green New Deal and the prediction that the world will end in twelve years, if we don’t control climate change, is it a realistic goal to do what the politicians suggest? Is it realistic to kill all the cows? I thought causing the extinction of a species is what these same people are against. Is it realistic to refit every building in The United States, do away with all air travel, nuclear energy and combustion engines?  Including your car, truck, boat, Harley and John Deere tractor. That’s a tall order for sure.

All I know is that there are millions of people like me who are the real conservationist. Conservationism was bred into us from the time we first walked into a field with our dads or held a fishing rod. We pack out what we pack in and if we see that someone left something behind then we bring that out too. Men and women who enjoy the outdoor sports, follow the laws concerning bag and size limits along with all the other laws that govern our pastime.

Sportsmen pay for conservation with the hunting and fishing licenses that are purchased. These fees help to protect the wildlife, woods, wetlands and oceans we love. In Montana alone duck stamps bring in 185 million dollars a year www.hunter-ed.com and that doesn’t include all the taxes we spend on sporting equipment. I don’t know of anyone that wants dirty air and water or trash thrown all over their home, do you? The outdoors is where sportsmen feel at home. At one with nature. I live in South West Florida and last summer we dealt with the worst red tide in decades. It killed fish, dolphin, manatees and everything else in the water. Not only that, it also emptied our skies. The eagles, osprey, pelicans and even the seagulls were gone. Clean water is important to us all. The damage was done a hundred years ago when the politicians decided to drain the Everglades and turn it into farm land. It cannot be fixed.

In 2008 Al Gore told a German audience that the polar ice cap would be depleted by 2013 www.naturalnews.com but as of September 8, 2013 Douglas Cobb wrote in an article that the polar ice is 60% larger that it was in 2008. www.gaurdinlv.com In an interview on February 13, 2010, Professor Phil Jones, the director of climatic research unit at the University of East Anglai (UEA) stated that “warming rates from 1910-1940 and 1975-1998 are not significantly different.” Professor Jones also stated, “that there has been no significant global warming since 1995.”  www.judiciaryreport.com  I believe that the politicians on both sides of the aisle are more concerned about keeping their jobs, power and private jets, than they are of protecting the environment. Yes, they will still have their planes after they stop all commercial air traffic.

If we as sportsmen do our part, then that’s all anyone can truly expect. The climate has been changing since the world was created. The earth warms and cools, the tides rise and fall and there is more ice at the poles than before. Be a good steward of your local environment because if we all do this the earth will survive long past the twelve-year doom expected by some in power.
 

"Do what you can, with what you have, where you are."    Teddy Roosevelt

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Light Tackle?

 

Sea Trout
 
 
 
 
Have you ever fished with light tackle? Why not? Is it because the professional bass fishermen use 35-60-pound test line? And with the exception of finesse fishing use heavy rods and reels? The difference between the average angler and the pros is that the pros make a living fishing where every pound can make or break the bank. Is that your situation? If not read on.

I’m writing this article because I had forgotten what fun light tackle can be. I was reminded one afternoon when all my rods were in use and all that was left was an ultra-light rod and reel covered in dust. I was rehooked on light tackle.

I’ve always fished lighter than my buddies, I remember the first redfish tournament I fished with my old friend Richie. I was putting my gear into his boat, when he looked at me like I was crazy. 

“That’s what you’re going to fish with?” Shaking his head.

“Yeah, why?”       

“It’s too light. Redfish aren’t bass or crappie.”

I was using a six-foot medium action rod and a comparable Abu Garica spinning reel with 10-pound test line. I told Richie not to worry about me, I know what I’m doing. At the end of the day we took second place and Richie told our competitors, “I’ve never seen anybody catch so much on such light tackle.”

Light tackle fishing runs in my family, my uncle Bill caught an 18-pound striped bass on six-pound test line out of Long Island Sound in the early 1970’s After all fishing is supposed to be fun, exciting and frustrating all at the same time. Why not feel the fish at the end of your line and truly learn the art of fishing? My dad would always tell me, “Don’t horse that fish in, boy. You’ll break the line.” So, I learned how to adjust the drag on the fly and let the fish play itself out.

Fishing light tackle requires more effort from you the angler. It’s harder to turn the fish from cover that might break you off, with a big fish you may just have to follow him up and down the dock until he is ready to rest. There are times when you may have to get a little wet and go get a fish that is stuck in cover, instead of using the strength of a heavy action rod.

Go head, I dare you. Fish light tackle just once, I guarantee you’ll be hooked. Did I mention, for Christmas my wife gave me a six-foot light action Pfluger razor tip rod and a Pfluger light Triton bait casting reel? Game on!
A nice Bass
 
 

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Seasons (A look at the path of one man's life...so far)

 
To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under the heaven:” Ecc. 3:1

 

With the new year upon us, a new season in our lives will undoubtedly begin. Make it a good season to harvest. Sow your seeds with faith, family, work and recreation. The rewards will be great. If you doubt, read on. I have been beaten down by life, sown my seeds and now I am reaping great rewards.

Life comes in seasons. My one true passion has always been the outdoors. Not just the activities we enjoy, but the beauty, laws and awesome power that the natural world has to offer. Who hasn’t sat on their front porch in awe of a strong thunder storm?

When I was younger, I watched Wild Kingdom and Wild America, where I first saw a grizzly bear charge a Jeep and the headbutting big horn sheep of the West captivated me. Watching a lion take down a gazelle in Africa reminded me that nature is a wonderful creation for all of us to enjoy as our seasons change.

I owe my love and respect for the outdoors to my dad. My earliest memories are of fishing on a river bank and hunting ringneck pheasant behind Blaze our German shorthaired pointer. This is when my dad passed along his love of the outdoors and instilled in me the ethics of a true sportsman, right down to picking up empty shotgun shells and used fishing line.

The first time my parents, well my dad, (mom not so much), thought I was old enough to go fishing alone he dropped me off at Perry’s Mill Pond in Fairfield Ct. about two miles from my house. I was 5. Incidentally that was the same year that under the close supervision of my dad I fired a side-by-side 20 gage shotgun on my own for the first time. I hit the can sitting on a stone wall and bruised my right shoulder. Now folks relax. It was 1969 and it seems that people had a lot more respect and common sense about things back then. It was a wonderful season in my life.

In the mid 1970’s my dad retired to Florida and a new season began. I was exposed to a whole new world. A new culture and new wildlife. I learned about gators, rattlesnakes big bass and quail. I found a new way to play in the mud, four-wheel drive trucks and dirt bikes can be fun. I trained my first birddog, an English Pointer named Tramp, who taught me that birddogs point more than birds. Tramp, on point, got bit on the nose by a rattlesnake. He was very sick. His neck and face swelled up twice its normal size, but he was back in the field in three weeks pointing quail.

Another season ends.

Getting older meant getting married, having kids and learning what the big R meant. Responsibility.

And just like that a new season in my life began. Working 40 hours a week just to pay the bills, put food on the table and shoes on my two growing boys’ feet. Time moves on, bones get broken and kids get sick, one so seriously he wasn’t supposed to live, but God had other plans.

Now I’m a single dad and my seasons go from quail, snook and bass season to baseball, hockey and basketball seasons. A dad’s job is to instill his belief system in his children, so I coached a lot of sports. Through coaching I was able to teach my boys the important things in life hard work, honesty, teamwork, being reliable and the love of the simple things in life. Though the ups and downs of childhood and those teen years, somehow my boys learned these lessons, although sometimes they did it the hard way. Today my boys are good hard-working men living in the North East along with my grandson. They understand that trucks rust, money burns and guns misfire, but they also know no matter how many miles separate us I am just a phone call away.

Another season passes.

In February 2016 a new season began in my life. I married a beautiful country girl. And even though we deal with the ups and downs of life and both work 40-50 hours a week, its back to the basics. Fishing, canoeing, hiking in the woods and of course, shooting. Man can she shoot. With God guiding our path, this season will last the rest of our lives.

Remember, life comes in seasons. If you are in a frustrating season, have faith, it will end soon because God is preparing you for the best season of your life.


Daniel 2:21 - And he changeth the times and the seasons: he removeth kings, and setteth up kings: he giveth wisdom unto the wise, and knowledge to them that know understanding:

 

Happy New Year and God Bless