Your kids will have lots of opportunities, that guy most likely won’t have many more. It’s great to let someone else be the hero and be glad for him. Maybe if you know him help him cut it and wrap it, bring the kids and make his day.
Nice buck hilltop! I like a good heavy rack 10 pointer. Is he going on the wall?
I like your weapon of choice. Now that I think about it I've never shot a deer with a slug. I've got an old Winchester model 12 passed down for my grandpa. That might just be the gun for the late season in Missouri.
Ol dad
Nice buck yourself!yep that’s at taxidermy now,I don’t know that I would use that’model 12 for a slug,I’ve heard the old ones are kinda collectible I’ve heard,I have my old grandpas yet
Sorry you are going through a rough patch losing loved ones.
I defied the medical odds myself. I broke my ankle ice fishing in January 2021. They had to piece my ankle back together with a bunch of hardware. About three days later, at bedtime, I just did not feel good, not right, and had my wife take me to the ER. The blood draw showed my heart enzymes were elevated. They tested again in an hour and the heart enzymes were going up. I had no chest pain but they said I was having a heart attack. They wanted to life flight me to Salt Lake but it was too foggy. So I got an uncomfortable 2 -1/2 hour ambulance ride. (Why can't they make those ambulance beds a little softer - good grief).
In Salt Lake they did an angiogram and found my right coronary artery was 100 percent blocked - they usually call that a widow-maker - but I was very lucky because my heart had grown it's own bypass. I had another artery that was 80 percent blocked but was too small for a stent. They decided to just treat me with meds and diet and exercise. They diagnosed me with chronic heart failure.
I know when my body did the bypass. The previous summer I would get tired much faster than normal and would feel short of breath with exertion. Normally easy tasks like mowing the lawn took more time as I would have to take a break in the middle. I told my doctor and he scheduled stress EKG and ultrasound. But the tests came back normal. I just decided whenever I felt tired more than i should I would keep getting up and moving, just a bit slower than normal. I started going up and down the stairs a few times until I would get out of breath. If got feeling tired when I didn't feel like I should, instead of taking a nap, I would get up and go for a walk. After a while I started getting back to normal.
I think the three hour surgery with me on my stomach and my leg elevated while they were repairing my ankle, and the pain and exertion of hobbling around on one leg, stressed my heart again.
The plain truth is any day things can go south and our loved ones could be planning our funerals. Each day is a gift. I just try to make every day a good day and LIVE while I'm alive.
Had a mink still full of life in a leg hold under a tiny bridge. The screech was painful to the ear. Not as painful as that first time you touched yer 22 pistol off in a road culvert. But still painful.
Since my wife has none of our holiday traditions I'm the one that keeps it going. She's happy to come along for the ride though! I do a traditional thanksgiving meal with all the fixin's. I started making stuff as of today including my great grandmother's triple risen buns (goody buns my brother John named them once) that takes me 6 hours to make. Tomorrow cranberry sauce and pies.
You found the swarm. You went home to get hive parts. You knew you were going back to get the swarm. It didn't dawn on you to put on long pants and a long sleeve shirt or light jacket?
I hate littering and illegal dumping. When it was reported on private, or I found it on public land, a high percentage of the time I was able to find enough evidence of who dumped it to make a case. With adults, they usually had to pay a good fine and clean it up to the landowner's satisfaction. Another common scenario is parents gave money for the town dump fee to their kid to haul off a load of garbage. Instead of going to the dump the kid just dumped it somewhere and kept the money. Some of the parents asked if they could take care of it and assured me it would be cleaned up. In those cases it was usually cleaned up quickly and I think the parents taught their kid a lesson.
Almost 50 years ago, my wife and I married. I got laid off from the coal mine where I worked on my wedding day. A few months later, I got a job at a mine 150 miles from home. My wife and I loaded up the pickup and rented an house near the mine, in Somerset County ( near where the Flight 93 crashed ). The owner of the rental, Chester Fluder, owned a lumber yard and home improvement store. He invited my wife and I to their family’s Easter dinner, after Easter Sunday Mass. I never forgot his family’s kind gesture.
… buddy of mine just got told he has a brain tumor… lost peripheral vision … instead of doing anything about it … he just has his wife drive him to work
… he’s got kids and a bunch of land … wish he’d look into treatment
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