Life h
angs on a very thin thread and the cancer of time is complacency. If
you are going to do something, do it now. Tomorrow is too late. - Steve Goss Thanks Pavy!
I completed my week of physical therapy up in the mountains deer hunting with my brother. Thanks Mike for taking care of everything and finally, after a few frustrating days, putting me in front of one. The pic above is of the two Madison County bucks that he dropped while sitting in the same spot last Wednesday, while his buddy Darrel and I got to sit and stare at the relentlessly unmoving trees for 10 hours. The funny thing about luck though is that everyone eventually gets their turn at some.
I got my opportunity on the morning of our last day hunting, when after walking into the woods only 200 yards from the truck we jumped a deer up. Mike and Dean let the sick boy from out of town go ahead and try to stalk the deer while they hung behind watching. Being a young and not so wary deer, I was able to sneak up and get a good shot on it. So with 3 deer at home we spent the entire day of Saturday cleaning and processing deer meat. I was able to go home with not only great memories, but also about 50 pounds of the finest, leanest meat one can have the pleasure of enjoying.
I also want to thank all those concerned about my health, and obviously because I was able to go hunting I'm doing better now. Still have a bit of a stitch of pain in my side, but I'm getting my strength back and eating a lot healthier higher fiber diet these days. After 3 weeks of being away, it's nice to be back aboard Felix and the ever-present motion of life on a boat which stirs not just my body but also my soul.
To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen, who play with their boats at sea -- "cruising," it is called.
Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in.
If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about. "I've always wanted to sail to the South Seas, but I can't afford it." What these men can't afford is _not_ to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of "security." And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine -- and before we know it our lives are gone. - Sterling Hayden
angs on a very thin thread and the cancer of time is complacency. Ifyou are going to do something, do it now. Tomorrow is too late. - Steve Goss Thanks Pavy!
I completed my week of physical therapy up in the mountains deer hunting with my brother. Thanks Mike for taking care of everything and finally, after a few frustrating days, putting me in front of one. The pic above is of the two Madison County bucks that he dropped while sitting in the same spot last Wednesday, while his buddy Darrel and I got to sit and stare at the relentlessly unmoving trees for 10 hours. The funny thing about luck though is that everyone eventually gets their turn at some.
I got my opportunity on the morning of our last day hunting, when after walking into the woods only 200 yards from the truck we jumped a deer up. Mike and Dean let the sick boy from out of town go ahead and try to stalk the deer while they hung behind watching. Being a young and not so wary deer, I was able to sneak up and get a good shot on it. So with 3 deer at home we spent the entire day of Saturday cleaning and processing deer meat. I was able to go home with not only great memories, but also about 50 pounds of the finest, leanest meat one can have the pleasure of enjoying.
I also want to thank all those concerned about my health, and obviously because I was able to go hunting I'm doing better now. Still have a bit of a stitch of pain in my side, but I'm getting my strength back and eating a lot healthier higher fiber diet these days. After 3 weeks of being away, it's nice to be back aboard Felix and the ever-present motion of life on a boat which stirs not just my body but also my soul.
To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen, who play with their boats at sea -- "cruising," it is called.
Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in.
If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about. "I've always wanted to sail to the South Seas, but I can't afford it." What these men can't afford is _not_ to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of "security." And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine -- and before we know it our lives are gone. - Sterling Hayden
GLAD YOU WERE ABLE TO MAKE IT UP. I REALLY ENJOYED OUR TIME TOGETHER. HOPE WE CAN DO IT AGAIN MANY MORE TIMES IN THE YEARS TO COME.JUST WISH YOU HAD AN OPPORTUNITY AT A NICE BUCK, BUT YOUR DAY WILL COME.ENJOY THE MEAT AND GO FIND US SOME STRIPPERS!!
ReplyDeleteI know where the strippers are, but Star won't let me near them! I will however, be out next week to catch some stripers!
ReplyDeleteIts much easier to dress out a few squirrels. Yum Yum.........glad you are feeling better
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