Post by Kt29 on Jan 7, 2012 21:50:47 GMT -5
Well, my wife and I are now back from our extended Christmas Holidays out West. Christmas was good. Hope all your Holidays were equally as good. To make it short, we have decided to pull up roots from my native North Dakota and move out West to Northern Idaho. This was by far one of the hardest decisions I have encountered in our married lives. Very traumatic from a lot of standpoints. But with that committment to move we are now full bore into that process. Our property is up for sale and there has been a steady stream of lookers going through our property. The economic climate is this area, to say the least, is totally unbelievable.. With the development of the Bakken oil formation, which is totally mind boggling, money in this area flows like a river. As a poor farm boy growing up here, this change in a rapidly short peroid of time, is something that is very hard to comprehend, much less explain to anyone that has never been here. As the development is great for alot of people financially, for a lot of us it is purely devastating and very sad.
While leaving will be very hard to do, where we will be moving to is truly very beautiful and full of many oppurtunities for those who love the outdoors. One of the reasons that I chose this area to relocate to, well, besides being closer to our kids. I will keep you all informed as to how things are progessing with our impending move. Hopefully all will go smooth. As a final hurrah to our bird season today, my buddy Russ and I went out on one last pheasant hunt together till next season when I shall return to stalk more. But wouldn't ya know it, towards the end of the hunt which was in an old beanfield that was not harvested last year due to excessive snow, or planted this season due to excessive moisture, we got into a lot of birds. On our way hunting back to the truck, Dakota got real birdy and was on a bird. I watched her about ten feet away. She was steady and paitent. Finally she couldn't take it anymore. Her head went into the cover and I knew it was over for that bird. I walked up to her, usually to see how many feathers she had in her mouth, as this is not the first time for her catching a pheasant. I was horrified to not see feathers, but instead a snoot full or porky quills. To say the least I was quite panicky. I grabbed her tight and finally got Russ's attention to come over and help me with her. To my horror I found that after years of carrying my leatherman for just such an incident, I had not taken it along today. But no fear, Russ always carries his. As it turned out, he had not brought his either. That damned Murphy. Anyways, the quills were small and Russ was able to pull them out by hand. It was very fortunate that she had only stuck her snoot into the porky. She had about ten or eleven quills in her that were easily removed by hand. And Russ got them out by hand with no problems. Through all of this the porky was still about six feet away. I had forgotten all about it, being concerned with Dakota. When we were done, Russ says. Look Terry, the porkies right there. Today, I had decided to take out my Dad's old winchester 20 ga. pump as he carried it when he died in the field with it while hunting pheasants. That porkie in now extremely dead, right or wrong on my part, but none the less it is still extremely dead. When it was all over, Dakota was right back onto chasing pheasants as if nothing happened, but Russ and I were ready to head back home after that adventure and so we did. We ended the day with a large campfire some fine ceegars and some Maker's Mark, plus a lot of bull was shipped going over the multitude of hunts that we had experienced together. I'm sure this probably seems like a lot of rambling, but this has been a great place to live and some equally great times have been had hear. All will be truly missed. I Thank God for having great friends, great memories and canon cameras. And my little girl Dakota will be just fine.
Thats it for now. I will be on and off the forum as much as I can.
While leaving will be very hard to do, where we will be moving to is truly very beautiful and full of many oppurtunities for those who love the outdoors. One of the reasons that I chose this area to relocate to, well, besides being closer to our kids. I will keep you all informed as to how things are progessing with our impending move. Hopefully all will go smooth. As a final hurrah to our bird season today, my buddy Russ and I went out on one last pheasant hunt together till next season when I shall return to stalk more. But wouldn't ya know it, towards the end of the hunt which was in an old beanfield that was not harvested last year due to excessive snow, or planted this season due to excessive moisture, we got into a lot of birds. On our way hunting back to the truck, Dakota got real birdy and was on a bird. I watched her about ten feet away. She was steady and paitent. Finally she couldn't take it anymore. Her head went into the cover and I knew it was over for that bird. I walked up to her, usually to see how many feathers she had in her mouth, as this is not the first time for her catching a pheasant. I was horrified to not see feathers, but instead a snoot full or porky quills. To say the least I was quite panicky. I grabbed her tight and finally got Russ's attention to come over and help me with her. To my horror I found that after years of carrying my leatherman for just such an incident, I had not taken it along today. But no fear, Russ always carries his. As it turned out, he had not brought his either. That damned Murphy. Anyways, the quills were small and Russ was able to pull them out by hand. It was very fortunate that she had only stuck her snoot into the porky. She had about ten or eleven quills in her that were easily removed by hand. And Russ got them out by hand with no problems. Through all of this the porky was still about six feet away. I had forgotten all about it, being concerned with Dakota. When we were done, Russ says. Look Terry, the porkies right there. Today, I had decided to take out my Dad's old winchester 20 ga. pump as he carried it when he died in the field with it while hunting pheasants. That porkie in now extremely dead, right or wrong on my part, but none the less it is still extremely dead. When it was all over, Dakota was right back onto chasing pheasants as if nothing happened, but Russ and I were ready to head back home after that adventure and so we did. We ended the day with a large campfire some fine ceegars and some Maker's Mark, plus a lot of bull was shipped going over the multitude of hunts that we had experienced together. I'm sure this probably seems like a lot of rambling, but this has been a great place to live and some equally great times have been had hear. All will be truly missed. I Thank God for having great friends, great memories and canon cameras. And my little girl Dakota will be just fine.
Thats it for now. I will be on and off the forum as much as I can.