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I can settle down and be doin’ just fine
Til I hear an old train rollin’ down the line
Then I hurry straight home and pack
And if I didn’t go, I believe I’d blow my stack
I love you baby, but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me
He made a ramblin’ man.
Some folks might say that I’m no good
That I wouldn’t settle down if I could
But when that open road starts to callin’ me
There’s somethin’ o’er the hill that I gotta see
Sometimes it’s hard but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me, he made a ramblin’ man.
I love to see the towns a-passin’ by
And to ride these rails ’neath God’s blue sky
Let me travel this land from the mountains to the sea
’Cause that’s the life I believe he meant for me
And when I’m gone and at my grave you stand
Just say God called home your ramblin’ man. ----- Hank Williams Sr.
Well its been a great month! Mostly because I got to travel and I got
to see new country and meet new people (and re-meet old friends). There
is just something about seeing new places and people that makes me feel
like I am really doing something. I guess some of us are just born that
way. I have decided that its not really Shreveport or the people here I
am so uunhappy with, just the fact that there is so much out there I
haven't done and seen.
So here's to the New Year and to new places and new people on the horizon. Jump on your freight and go find 'em!
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| Well.... Here I am... back in Shreveport.
Paducah was awesome... I got to hunt quail with Jeremy... I got to hunt
quail with Mr. Love and his dogs... I got to see my grandparents... I
got to hang at the Cottle Kitchen and check out the local girls wearing
camo. I got to feed horses twice a day and English Bulldog puppies 4
times a day. Drove a pickup truck well below the speed limit and
waved at everyone that passed.... they even waved back. I got to wear
Carharts for 7 days and no one asked me why.
But the best thing of all was hunting quail with Jeremy in the snow.
Nothing can beat the peace that can bring a person. Walking through the
rangeland... everything covered in white as far as you can see. Fat,
wet snowflakes the size of silver dollars float down everywhere and
coat horses, cattle, cedar, mesquite and even quail hunters in a layer
of white dust. Talking with an old friend when a covey breaks and flies
over the tops of the hackberries. Dropping a double with a new shotgun.
Watching a dog lock up on a covey of quail and quiver with anticipation
as you approach to flush them.
So yeah... it was a good week.
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| Well the outdoor adventure continues.... Fishing was great... actually
the fishing sucked... but drinking beer and eating WAY too much food
with Gary and Mike kicked ass. Below is a photo of the only fish I saw
all weekend the kids on the pier next to us caught it late saturday
night. The only thing better was the blackened prime rib at the K2
Steakhouse in Bay City, Tx.
So after two hard days of work in Shreveport (hey, it can't all be fun
and games!) I am off to Paducah, Tx. to spend time with my grandfather
and grandmother (aka Maw Maw and Popi, aka Judge Billy Joe and Margaret
Ann, aka Benso and Mergerdanne imagine 55 years of marriage and
slurring each others names in a classic west Texas draw) They have 5
new english bulldog puppies and two horses and need a little relief
from feeding duty. Not to mention the usual manual labor on the
place... breaking ice for the cattle... work on the house... cutting
mesquite. Its going to be a good week.
Saturday and Sunday are work, but after that me and Jeremy and Jared
(brother in law) will be chasing the quail around for a few days.
Here's a map.... in case ya get lost!
And so I take my leave, but not without handing you some words of wisdom from my favorite author... Edward Abbey.
"We need wilderness because we are wild animals. Every man needs a
place where he can go to go crazy in peace. Every Boy Scout deserves a
forest to get lost, miserable, and starving in. Even the maddest
murderer of the sweetest wife should get a chance for a run to the
sanctuary of the hills. If only for the sport of it. For the terror,
freedom, and delirium. Because we need brutality and raw adventure,
because men and women first learned to love in, under, and all around
trees, because we need for every pair of feet and legs about ten
leagues of naked nature, crags to leap from, mountains to measure by,
deserts to finally die in when the heart fails.
But love of the wilderness is more than a hunger for what is
always beyond reach; it is also an expression of loyalty to the earth
which bore us and sustains us, the only home we shall ever know, the
only paradise we ever need - if only we had eyes to see."
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| WOOOOHOOOO. Sargent here I come.... watch out fishes!
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