Tuesday, March 19, 2019

As time drags along we can get caught up in our routines. When that happens our days all seem to run together and we cease differentiating between good and bad…they are just “days”. That being the case it behooves each and every one of us to take time once in a while to step out and enjoy ourselves for absolutely no other reason than to have fun. Yesterday was my time to step away and enjoy myself...CONTINUE

Friday, March 15, 2019

Being retired often means getting to do pretty much what you want to do. One of the drawbacks is that usually, in order to achieve that goal you have to get older. For some that means forever waking up long before the rooster crows and not being able to get back to sleep. Such was the case every day for the old decoy carverCONTINUE

Thursday, March 14, 2019

A Thousand Brush Strokes

I am not a patient man by nature. I want things done right, and I want them done NOW! It has always gone against my grain to have a "wait and see" attitude, and with all the life changes in the last couple of years I have often been one frustrated individual...CONTINUE

Saturday, March 9, 2019

Please visit my new site to continue reading today's blog.  :-)

The Woody Hole

Since the dawn of time man has hunted to put food on the table, but as time has passed, venturing into the wild has become more recreational in its’ purpose. For most there is no longer a “need” to hunt to put food on the table but for many, such as myself, the meat ......continue

Sunday, March 3, 2019

I am well into the process of going full time to my new site/blog. Please come over, check it out, and leave me a comment and how you think it's going. I would really appreciate the feedback.

the new blog/site: Turning The Pages Of Life

Saturday, March 2, 2019

So, here's the deal...I have purchased my own domain name, and a hosting plan, and I am going to move my blogging to my own site where I can control my own destiny.  Why? Well, because Facebook pissed me off for one.

I tried to share this blog with friends on Facebook to let them know I was changing locations for my postings. HOWEVER, Frickbook removed those posts as fast as I put them up and told me the posts violated their community standards. Seriously? What they meant was they don't want anybody reading actual content, and ESPECIALLY if it's not on the FB site. Fair enough, there's more than one way to skin a cat. 

I got to thinking, I wonder what happens if you provide a link to a specific PRIVATE website that is also used as a blog. I know Comedy Plus is hosted on it's own domain, so I used Sandee as a guinea pig, loosely speaking. I posted a link to her website on my FB page and low and behold it was just hunky dory! At that point I bought my own "stuff" and am actively building that site/blog. I'll keep poking away until I get it down over there. and will keep you updated here, but if you would please bookmark my new site here:

Turning The Pages Of Life 

Please check it out and let me know what you think. :-)

Friday, March 1, 2019

There are few bonds in this world that are stronger than those between a duck hunter and his dog. This bond is formed through time spent together in the pursuit of an activity that captivates both man and dog. It’s something that once formed can never be broken.

I the spring of 2014 I was in search of a duck dog. After posting my quest on a duck hunting forum I belong to I was directed to a kennel in Marysville, California: a kennel that specialized in Chesapeake Bay Retriever rescue dogs. I was told there was a trained male there who still had a few years left in him and that it might be worth my while to check it out. I contacted the kennel and they did indeed have said dog, so I made an appointment to visit.

Upon arriving the trainer got out the dog…a large, muscular male weighing in at roughly 100 lbs. She introduced me to Houli, then she put him through his paces. I liked what I saw, an agreement was reached, and a partnership was begun.

It didn’t take long to find out Houli had a one track mind…FETCH! He would fetch anything you threw, bring it back, spin around and sit by my left side. He did that for as long as you wanted to play. His drive was amazing. He was honestly the best trained dog I had ever owned.

Chessies are widely known to be a one person dog and it didn’t take long for him to decide that I was his human. When I spoke, he listened. When others spoke it was as if no sound came from their lips. He also ignored any and all other animals. Cats, dogs…it didn’t matter. As far as Houli was concerned they were all beneath his dignity and weren’t worth the effort of acknowledging.

When Houli came into our lives he was pushing 8 years old. We spent two years hunting together exploring the local marshes and rivers in search of waterfowl. He was a wonderful retriever and once he was on the bird you never had to worry about losing it. It was a joy to have him at my side in the field.

Before our third season together the vet discovered some lumps on Houli’s leg. Much to our horror it was cancer. Doc Spencer had a medication he’d developed that had cured a good number of dogs in Houli’s situation so we started treatment. For awhile he was improving and we thought that perhaps we would all reach the other side of the woods together. Then one day he started having seizures. He was placed on a seizure medication, but they got worse, and Doc said the cancer had most likely spread to Houli’s brain. In the span of a week Houli went from fetching like normal, to not being able to see, to not being able to move, all the while enduring those damned seizures. We all knew the end of the line had come.

Houli’s last trip to the Doc’s office was in silence. When we got there my wife went in to tell them we were there. While she was gone Houli had another seizure. I held him and told him it was Okay, knowing full well it wasn’t. When the seizure was done he sniffed my hand and wagged his tail even though he couldn’t move the rest of his body. My wife motioned me in. I scooped up my friend and carried him into the operating room and laid him on the table. Doc prepared a site for the injections and I cried as I held my friend one last time as he slipped away into the great marsh in the sky.

We have a new dog now who is a wonderful boy and we love him dearly, but I can not look at a picture of Houli without shedding a tear.

I miss you buddy.