I have three wonderful daughters. One is married to a highway patrol officer, one to a computer guru, and the other will soon be married to a train engineer. They are scattered all over the west coast and I greatly value any time I get to spend with them. We have also been blessed with 4 grandchildren whom we love very much. We'd love to have a family compound on a section of land in Montana, but unfortunately those families all have to endure this thing called work for a good number of years yet. That being the case my wife and I will simply have to create a much smaller family compound in Montana and enjoy their company when they can come and visit. Ah yes, the sacrifices we all make for our kids. 😉

For me my favorite "family" times were when the girls were young and we would all travel to bluegrass festivals and camp there for the week. In those environments there was always lots of music, lots of kids for them to play with, and lots of fun to be had by all. he festival in Grass Valley, CA even had a pond with trout, catfish and bluegills that the girls could fish in. I can still remember my middle daughter catching a big bull frog from that pond and then hoping it all over the campground. Eventually Mr. Frog was released back into his natural environment which I'm positive was more to his liking. Still that whole scene provided us all with long lasting memories.

My oldest daughter was never much into the whole fishing thing. She was however, and still is, an excellent writer. She has co-written a couple books, but unfortunately those have never been finalized and put into production. I do continually harass her about it, so perhaps someday I'll actually be able to open a cover and see her words on paper. Our middle daughter, Mrs. Frog Girl, caught her first fish while holding a rod in her playpen that was set up next to a mountain lake. She is also the one who has spent many hours with me in a duck blind chasing feathered creatures. Truly, there is nobody on the planet I would rather hunt ducks with than her. The youngest daughter loves to go fishing, but you have to watch her...she cheats. Yes, that is correct. We have contests fishing as to who catches the biggest or most fish and she always wins. Even if she doesn't win fair and square she'll say, "Today is opposite day dad, so I still win." Kinda sneaky if you ask me.

There is nothing I wouldn't do for those three wonderful girls or their families. In closing I would like to dedicate this song to them all. Girls, I love you very much. 😀

Ah, where to start?

Since last I was walking the halls of the blogging building a great many things have happened. Some of those have been good, and some not so much, but I suppose things are all working out the way they are supposed to regardless of what I'd like to happen. I guess when I become king I can orchestrate things according to my will, but until then I have to walk the path laid out before me. Quite honestly that flies in the face of my drill sergeant nature, but that's probably the point and I'd do well to listen and learn. According to my supreme commander, a.k.a. my wife, I have made great strides in the direction of "flowing freely" and she is quite pleased. Hey, happy wife, happy life, right?

A couple years ago we sold our house in California, after surviving the renters from hell chapter of our lives, and bought a place in north eastern South Dakota. For two summers we have split our time between there and Ennis, Montana. Last winter/spring we were at my mom's place in Oregon. I am very thankful we were able to be at her place last year. You see she passed away in February and never again will I have the opportunity to sit with her.  In general, but specifically attitude wise many things changed at that point. I am now much more aware of the importance of family and the reality of how quickly things can change. To say that entire situation was an eye opener would be an understatement. 

I mentioned before that we've spent a good deal of time the last two summers in Ennis, Montana. Last year we bought 5 1/2 acres of land just outside of town. It's a nice level piece of ground with a place to put a home that will give us a million dollar view of the Madison mountain range. We are hoping to start building on it this summer. Is that where we end up long term? I don't know, maybe, but at this point we have given up making long term plans due to the rapidity of life changing events. Right now we are back in Northern California while I work in the dispatch center filling in for a guy who retired. Every dime of that money goes in the bank with the idea of using it for building in Montana purposes. We'll see how that pans out. The trout fishing in that area is outstanding as is the deer and elk hunting, and we fit in well in general. The picture at the top of this entry is one I took last year after netting a nice trout on an early August morning.

For now we'll just continue to roll along and see where this new adventure takes us and try not to worry too much about the future. I'm reasonably certain our path has already been set in front of us, now it's up to us to recognize and  accept whatever that might be. Hopefully that curtain is drawn sooner than later...I still hate traveling blind. 😉

Years ago, more than I like to think about, I was introduced to the world of blogging. For quite some time I posted nearly every day and gained a lot of friends along the way. Then along came Facebook, and like many others my boat drifted toward that shore, and once it arrived was immediately put into dry dock and there I sat. Now don't get me wrong, FB is a great place to meet up with new people and old friends, but for all it's benefits it just isn't a very personable place. One possible reason for that is it's so "easy". There's really no effort involved in posting there. You simply blurt out whatever you want with no regard to quality or style. People are mostly attracted to what you say simply because of like mindsets, not because of the effective content. Blogging never seemed to be that way. There folks "hung out" together because they enjoyed it. I shudder to say blogging was a "safe space", but in reality it was much more so than Facebook could ever hope to be. 

A few days ago I opened up Blogger and there was my old writing tablet sitting there waiting for me, and it felt like I was back home. That got me to thinking that maybe, just maybe I should come back for a more extended visit and see what happens. That being the case I intend to stick around and do some posting and maybe catch up a bit. I have already found that a great many of my old friends have not been in the blogosphere for a long time, so I'm going to need to find a whole new group of folks to spend time with. So, if you would, please leave a comment with your blog linked to it so I can visit with you. I would very much like to get another list of folks put together with which to "sit a spell".

I'll make a longer post later with the intent of bringing you more up to date with me, but I'll leave you with this: the pictures of the decoys you see here on this pages are all birds I have carved and painted. That is something somewhat new as I was not doing anything like that when I was last around these parts. I hope you like them. 

Have a great day. 😊

Hmmm, a blog hop. Let's see if I can get this inserted...

Blogging?

So, it's been a lot of years since I've visited the world of blogging. Before I got around Facebook blogging was "the place to be". So, my question now is...are folks still around doing this? Like most everybody I've spent all my social media time on Facebook for a long time, but honestly I liked blogging a LOT better. This was a much more intimate and welcoming format. That being the case I thought I'd spend some time poking around here and see what I can find. If you still exist as a real person please leave a comment. Thanks.