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Post by 2Poppa on Aug 31, 2006 14:39:35 GMT -5
Got the trail cam photo's back and found more of the two fawns and the main frame eight in the field behind the monster's bedroom. Big Daddy still hasn't showed up in any of the photo's. He's still there.
Smitty has driven to Cleveland to watch his son Rob play in the last pre season NFL game tonight. It should be exciting as Rob survived the last cut.
With Smitty gone I have until Monday evening to hunt this Labor Day week end. I'll be down at Mikes and will hunt in Hebron also. Come on out Monster...
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Post by 2Poppa on Oct 17, 2006 7:49:26 GMT -5
Well, it is a journal. At times I feel as if I have neglected my journal duties. This season has been a little more laid back. Hunted Mikes opening day and the next weekend with Raymond and sighted mostly does. Raymond did spot a large 12 pointer in a pouring down rain with thunder bunked down just off the side of the gnarly point on an ATV trail... I asked Alex to hunt his land and he told me not to hunt it every day. I said I wouldn't. He then said not to hunt it every other day. I still haven't hunted his property yet. Ambivalence seems to be setting the tone of my season this year. After receiving written permission to hunt Ohio I decided to come back to Kentucky that very evening and hunt the parcel of land in Hebron. Upon arriving Carl, the farmer who leases the land from Mr. Roberts met me at the entrance to the owners drive way. The land owner was upset about all of the hunters hunting the land. We went together to inquire. I found out that a father and son team had shot 28 rabbits and numerous doves last winter. As they say, a few bad apples... I secured permission for myself and my son but no huntin' buddies. I've been seeing quality bucks in bachelor groups at the back of the farm in the field that leads down to the deep hollow, the area I scored on the early season doe. They have been in groups but seem to split up on October the eighth, the week after Smitty scored on his 10 point buck from Bracken County. It was his first time out and we didn't take the ATV. Last weekend Raymond, myself and Brian Osborne went to Shelbyville, Kentucky to move and replace his stand. When we got there the field we decided to place the stand in was freshly disked. It was ready for winter wheat. As usual the man who was hired to work the land became incensed that we had driven over the field. He stated he had already planted it and we were not going to drive over it and stated concisely he hated deer hunters. A phone call to the owner, who at the time was boarding an airplane heading back to Kentucky from Maine said to go as we please. So be it. This coming weekend is muzzle season. Raymond and myself may hunt Bracken County with his friend Dave, maybe Hebron or Alex's'. At this point all I know is I'll be somewhere with my son... Come on out Monster!
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Post by 2Poppa on Oct 30, 2006 9:50:40 GMT -5
I'm still trying to recuperate from Kentucky's muzzle loading season last week end, October 21st and 22nd. We started out on a 140 acre soy bean field and the movement was really slow. Saw a few does but was wanting a shot at some of the big boys I had been seeing. Later in the day I met up with my buddy (Smitty)who has the Kentucky state record, and his friend Dave Rolfes, and went to his farm in Bracken County. Again, just some does. We decided to repeat the same process the next day, my son Raymond and myself. Along about eleven am we hooked up and decided to move from this farm to a farm an hour and twenty minutes away. There hadn't been any pressure at all during the season. This farm has 110 acres mostly cleared land with hardwoods up the middle and a dense area of cedars of about 3 acres, clustered together just outside of the hardwoods. It has a 3 acre lake on it with one pond above the lake on a high point. Within moments of arriving Raymond bumped a frightened 10 pointer out of the edge of cedars. He hesitated as he was making a dash for the top of the cleared ridge. All of a sudden he busted loose and came charging in my direction. After about five quick jumps he realized I was in his direct path. I was more startled than he was. His left side rack was broken and he was extremely shakened. After his 180 he ran back into the cedars across the creek bed into the hardwoods and disappeared. It's now about 2:00 pm and things were only going to get better. We walked over to the last finger of woods just above the lake and sat down by a lone tree in the middle of the field. A lot was on my mind. My beautiful wife of sixteen years was wanting a divorce and left me to stay at my sons house the Friday before opening day muzzle. Questions of all sorts were permeating my mind. Could I have done something different? Did I deer hunt too much? These words were starting to cloud my focus on what I was wanting to accomplish today and that was to kill a monster... Raymond wanted to shoot at the very least a doe. By now it was 4:30, a quarter till five. Less than three hours to hunt. He moved about eighty yards to my right hunting an old winter wheat field eventually climbing into an old wooden tree stand. Ten minutes after five I digressed into a feeling of loneliness and sorrow. Man I hate these feelings and hate them even more expressing them. I began to text my wife the one who wanted to be an X! Laying down in the field going through the motions, I realized I needed someone to intervene and said a simple prayer. God, I need You to show up! Not just a visitation, a manifestation! Now! I know I must grieve and not avoid the sorrow. In a still small voice I heard these words."As the deer panteth for water my soul longeth after thee!" Is that you God? Near tears I looked up and saw a doe coming straight at me. She browsed for twenty minutes in front of me, beside, me behind me an never became alarmed. The words,"As the deer panteth for water," rang like a bell in my mind. Was God directing me? 2 Poppa here's your sign... I got up and moved to a high point that drops down to a deep creek bed that leads to the lake. I often see does there at sun down. On the other side of the creek it goes straight back up to the pond I spoke of earlier in the post. As I arrived I took a peek over the hill into the creek and saw a buck with his back to me. I sat down. Deep breath, exhale. Deep breath, exhale... I propped my gun up to wait on the buck to come up out of the creek. Then I saw him! Across the creek up the hill at eye level I saw movement from another deer. The tree in front of him still had some leaves and my view was diminished. He walked parallel to the creek about 150 yards to 170 yards away. My binoculars were strapped to my chest so I took the opportunity to examine his rack just as he walked out from behind the tree. The only thought I had after I saw his rack was, I have to get my scope and gun on him. On each side of his rack were four or five tines fourteen to eighteen inches long, thicker than broom handles, symmetrically perfect and they curved inward at the top and were dark in color. It appeared to have a twenty-some inch plus spread. By now he started to walk directly up to the pond. Once he got there I would not be able to see him as well. I thought to myself, he needs to turn. With scope and gun on him, hammer cocked, he turns, slightly quartering left to right to look back at the buck still standing in the creek. The rack was so large it reminded me of an Indian Headdress. Steady, steady. I slowly squeeze... Squeeeze. I squeeze some more, finally the gun goes off as he runs up to the pond and hesitates behind a tree. Out from behind the tree he begins to run parallel to the lake. After he runs forty yards another buck (the one I actually shot at) takes off after him. The monster looked liked a speed bike and almost runs over the big buck in front of him. They run across the dam as darkness falls... There were actually three bucks that night one was a typical 10 pointer (the first one in the creek bed) and the Monster I shot at and another one further up the hill I didn't see until after I shot. The second largest deer was between 150 to 160. The Monster was so much larger and thicker than the state record my buddy has. I compared them as I have a replica of the Kentucky State Record. What a week end. The Monsters are alive and well. I had never seen these bucks before and I hunted this farm with great frequency last year. Arnold Schwarzenegger said it best,"I'll be back!" My Kodiak Pro Magnum has a trigger that has way too much tension. A call to CVA is immenent... One side note: Rebecca and me have reconciled and are back together as of last Tuesday. Some prayers that are answered have the appearance of miracles in the body of Grace... Observation: Obsessions can lead one away from their purpose in life, loved ones and family. 204
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Post by 2Poppa on Oct 30, 2006 11:14:39 GMT -5
I'm standing on the dam where the large bucks disappeared into darkness... When I took the shot, I was standing on the hill (hidden by tree in the foreground) to the left. The bucks came out of the creek bed (back ground) that lead to the lake. The pond is located at the far right. You can see a little of the shelf it sits in...
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Post by 2Poppa on Nov 1, 2006 16:26:43 GMT -5
I'm sittin' here in the rain huntin', writin' and thinkin' about a lot of things life, the wife, kids, and money or the lack of it and God.
Why is there such a mystery when it comes to the things of God and his earthly kingdom. I don't think I am a religious zealot but when I'm in the woods I think of "Him" more and more...
Having realized years ago that there truly is a God that will accept us, love us and forgive us has me pondering the eternal question, why? I soon began to contemplate why there are opposites such as white and black, hot and cold, love and indifference, sin and righteousness, water and land, darkness and light. The list goes on immeasurably. I call this "the mystery of mysteries." A lot of things we understand because we can "see" or experience with one of our five senses. What about the world we can't see? What goes on in a fungi dish, an ant colony or in the Spirit world? Just because we readily don't notice or observe the fungus, the ant, or the Spirit doesn't imply they don't exist. From a personal view point, all I had to do was to pursue my preference or interest then a window of knowledge began to arise from the concealment from within the depths of the mystery. When I began to pursue "the mystery of God" I realized this is the work of the soul that most pleases God. Anyone could be forgiven for thinking that God is nowhere to be found. For years, of days gone by people have looked into the mirror of Mother Nature and saw heroes, sorcerers, dragons, and holy grails reflected back. The sacred was a mystery, a source of supreme or divine power, and nothing could exist from a river to a thunderclap, without a god to create it.
Today, right now, Thursday, November 1st, 2006 the mirror is clouded for "most" people. We have outgrown the need for a god or a hero born in some distant part of our memory. What do we see instead? A war without an end in sight, world hunger still in epidemic proportions. A mentality of if it feels good do it, party until you have to pay the piper or puke.
Are the old mysteries of the former saints irrelevant today? Are the proverbs of scripture still vital in todays society? What we see today in a clouded mirror is a society that strip-mines old myths and Truth to build a city like Las Vegas. If you want to meet a myth here, you check into a hotel-casino called Excalibur. The only god is Fortune, the only dragons to conquer are the slot machines, and most of the time they win...
In a mythless world something is missing, but do we know what it is?
It's starting to rain and my hands are cold from writin' this. When I get home perhaps I"ll add this to my journal. Time to get back to the grind...
Question: What separates happiness from pain? Are they one in the same? I believe they are one in the same, separated by time... May require more thought!
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Post by 2Poppa on Dec 19, 2006 16:35:45 GMT -5
He is still there. The monster... Looking through some of the threads that were started early in deer season I remembered calling him out.
Come on out monster! He did. He showed up in rare form in all of his magnificence. Truly a majestic buck that has a mystical side to him unseen in the woods I've hunted.
He was just there. Showed up out of nowhere. He had two other bucks with him. I had less than five minutes of subdued light permeating through my scope into my very soul, my most inward being. This is what I had been waiting for and the lights were about to go out. I thought this was to be the final scene. It was only the intermission...
It was a one-hundred and forty seven yard shot. I missed. He ran off with two other large bucks like I had never been witness to before. After the blast of the muzzle loader he turned to look at me.
I sit and wonder sometime what he was thinking when he turned around to view the source of thunder that he had heard many times before. But this time it was different... Thunder had a face. It was me... He wanted to disappear and did. The other bucks he was with were large. One-hundred and sixty to one-hundred and ninety inches. There was a lot of deer and a lot of antlers.
I was honored to be in the presence of greatness and disappointed my aim wasn't true. I pulled off. I blew the shot. But what an experience! My son Raymond laid witness to the adrenaline racing through my veins as I repeated the story over and over. Just like all good deer stories there is no ending, after all it's just the intermission. Deer jerky anyone?
Since then a very good friend of many good years has helped me to pursue the buck of two life times. Lloyd. The very first person to take this ol' boy deer hunting. Yep. Me and Lloyd go way back. He is responsible for planting the seeds of desire deep unto deep... It don't get any better when it comes to huntin' deer.
I take that back! Forget I said that. I want to kill him and kill him good... It's still bow/Bo season. Two aces in the hole. Bo wants to hunt the free youth hunt December 30th and 31st. My youngest son. Bo, who doesn't like to hunt wants to take his buddy Grant to get the "big one!" Hey Lloyd, I think I'm gonna need some help with this one.
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Post by 2Poppa on Dec 26, 2006 15:00:40 GMT -5
I keep thinking about the doe that walked upon me in the field earlier in the season. She surprised me as I was texting my wife. I didn't want to alarm her as I knew the possibility of large bucks being in the area were probable. She walked around me several times trying to evoke a response from me. I completely ignored her. A couple of days ago I dropped down the back ridge when the call of nature over took me. As I began to cross the creek bed she appeared on the other side. I ignored her again but her curiosity was still intact even after the late muzzle loading season. She browsed for fifteen or so minutes carefully looking in my direction. Suddenly she looked up the hill and I sensed we weren't alone. A few more minutes slowly crawl by... My arrow is knocked and I have a plan. Then he shows up, a huge wide rack buck mystically arrives across the creek up the hill about 28 yards away. The wind was in my favor. As huge as he was, this wasn't the one I had seen earlier in the season. I knew I couldn't settle for this one after I had viewed the light chocolate with tan tips buck. After thinkin' about this, the large deer snorts twice at the doe. I could see his breath as he blew. The doe nervously jumps up the side of the creek to meet her dominate male suitor. All the while, he waits on her arrival and then move in the direction of his bunking area. Since then I've located two of his escape routes and his feeding area. I'm going tomorrow evening and set-up camp at Alex's shanty to place a couple of tree stands. Crunch Time... 275
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Post by artemis on Jan 18, 2007 10:33:25 GMT -5
Love the journal! Keep up the good work!
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Post by 2Poppa on Jan 25, 2007 13:33:12 GMT -5
I never was one to make New Year resolutions... but, I do aim to pursue the big buck I blew the shot on. I was a happier father when Bo decided to go huntin' with the ol' man and his older brother, Raymond. There is never a dull moment when I'm with my two favorite guys. Raymond has a way of "makin' something happen." Upon our arrival at our camp Bo asks if there was a shower, "no but there is a creek out back!" He began to get the picture until he saw the camp, "this is Ghetto," yep Bo we are sleepin' in the ghetto tonight... Once inside the camp I wanted to take a picture of Bo and Raymond but I couldn't get Bo to smile. Smile! Bo. Reminiscent of the late, great Jim Varney. It was getting "boring quick" as Bo put it, as there are no TV's, my space or cell phones, except on some of the hill tops, a cell phone may have reception. Bo walks up the nearest hill-top to text or call his main squeeze, Amber. Raymond decided to start a fire... and we began to make plans for tomorrows youth hunt. Bo wanted an opportunity to get a shot at the bruiser I had been seeing but it didn't happen. The last day of the hunt Raymond was going to walk slowly through the cedars and bump us some deer, it was 10:30 in the morning and it's gettin' late in the game. Bo had Raymond's .270 with my bi-pod on it. We waited patiently for the deer to come. As we got in position Bo tells me the ground is wet, I'm already on the ground and my Abercrombies are soaked to the hilt. Seemingly the wet ground became a little more tolerable for the lad. We waited and waited, finally Raymond comes over the hill in front of us and is standing on the logging trail. We slowly make our way to him, wet butts and all. He tells us he walked low in the cedars and creek bed. I knew there may still be something at the top of the trail as there was a small secluded pond they were using, as the creek beds were over flowing with all the rain we had. The humidity was high with the temperatures in the 60s, both days we hunted, although it was close to freezin' at night. Raymond heads back down to the shanty and truck to get the backpack I inadvertently left behind. Bo and me slowly make our way up the logging trail in hopes of seeing something... Suddenly Bo whispers, "should I shoot ?" I whisper softer, where? On the other side of Bo was the pond with a large deer standing there staring at this major intrusion into its bunking area. It had just stood up. I begin to "coach" Bo. Take a deep breath and exhale s-l-o-w-l-y. Find him in your scope. Do you have a heart shot? Yes dad. S-l-o-w-l-y squeeze the trigger. I look at the end of the gun and it looks as if it is waving inside of a twenty inch pie plate. Take a deep breath Bo, I whisperd. He tells me he can't stop shaking and finally I hear him suck wind and so does the large doe. I can't believe my eyes, it's still standing there. Relax son! I hear Bo take the safety off. SAFETY OFF? I thought he accomplished that necessity forty-five seconds ago. I tell Bo he is the "one" who has to pull the trigger and that doe "ain't waitin' around much longer." A-n-y-t-i-m-e Bo, a-n-y-t-i-m-e. The end of the gun was now waving in a tighter circle, Bo's personal method of zeroing in, I believe. Place the Cross-hairs in the kill zone son. BAM! Hair flies everywhere and the doe jumps off the dam and disappears down the hill... After a few moments of disbelief, jubilation smiled on my youngest sons face, as he was no longer a nimrod. A very proud Poppa was I. We made our way to the very spot the deer was standing. It appeared the .270 had hit its mark as we spied blood on the ground. In the spirit of the hunt and in honor of the celebration of life and death I christened Bo in the right of passage, just as his older brother was and smeared the animals precious blood on Bo, remembering our time together as father and son... A transferring of the "mantle of the hunter" that resides in most men, a gift given to him, that only he could recieve or deny. And like all gifts it must be used and utilized by the owner. Use it well my son in whom I am well pleased. We ate lunch and then tracked the animal. Raymond was all over it. The deer was trying to make its way down the hill so Bo hurriedly and cautiously stalked the injured animal. He dispatched it immediately and I could tell he was satisfied with himself and the results... So was Raymond, So was I. When I think about this hunt it brings longing, loving memories accompanied by feelin's, smells that can't be explained. Somehow I get the feelin' that's how heaven will be, the power of beautiful, inexhaustible expressions of love to the ones we love and the ones that love and have loved in the past and beyond that even unto the un-lovable. Gold Nugget Thought: I desire to love that which God loves, and detest that very thing that God abhors. Prayer: Thank you Lord for giving me strength and breath to experience life, family and huntin' to its fullness with my sons. I pray that you will give both my sons the same gift of wisdom you gave to Solomon, and an open, and caring heart that benefits the kingdom of God. May they proclaim not their good news but the good news of the One that gives them and their father life, abundantly. Amen... Thanks artemis. Three-hundred and thirty two people have been 'round my campfire readin' and keepin' warm. Salute!
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Post by artemis on Jan 25, 2007 13:42:46 GMT -5
nice touch adding the pics as the story unfolds.....
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Post by Country2dBone on Jan 25, 2007 13:50:35 GMT -5
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Post by 2Poppa on Feb 5, 2007 13:20:42 GMT -5
That's what the license plate read on my dads 68' Chevy Impala, painted a custom pearl white, red leather interior with bucket seats. The front license plate was also painted pearl white with red lettering VIRGIN TERRITORY. He gave that plate to me and I placed it on my 64' Chevy Biscayne. I wanted my girlfriends father to see it, after all he was the youth leader at our Church and I wanted him to believe it. I don't think he did but, he never mentioned it... But, I digress.
Monday morning 8:32 am Early morning and it's the coldest day of the year, 2 degrees, it read on my truck as I took Tessa to school because Rebecca's car wouldn't start. After charging her battery and gettin' her off to work I called Smitty to see if we were workin' on his house or doing work at the church. Nope.
Smitty said he had a late night and watched Peyton Manning lead the Colts to victory over the Chicago Bears. Said he had done some work over the weekend at the house (he's fixin' up) and was figuring on what to do next. Nate hadn't called him back but said Brooks was going to do the work at Church, cutting the stage in half and building a frame around the baptismal to allow more space for seats in the sanctuary. statechamp (Smitty) needs to start charging consulting fees...
Lucky,Loser Typed all of that because I'm placating and appeasing the emotions that could really surface to the fore front of my mind. I suppose I should feel "lucky" that I have a beautiful eighteen year old daughter that just gave her virginity to a twenty-one year old "Loser" that has an old girlfriend pregnant. "Lucky" in a sense that she too isn't pregnant.
I must admit as a father it's hard not to want to go and chew this, jerk-of-a-man, up and spit him out. After reading the notes that she was writing to her friend in class, I feel at lost for words... But, these are her words to her friend...
"OMG! I was freaking out yesterday thinking I was pregnant! No way?! Why what happened. I was supposed to start my period yesterday but didn't... Did you start today? Thank god yes! I did when I got up this morning! OMG I'd flip out!"
Her flip out? Whata 'bout her dad? her mom? God help me. I remember the time I was standing in line with her when she was making a "personal purchase" at a department store. Out of her hand she lays five thongs on the counter to buy. No amount of protest or volume in my voice would coerce her to place these tiny items back. Ouch!
Eliminate Failure I've got to examine myself, my thoughts and guard my heart against... What? It's hard to think good thoughts toward someone that's trespassing. That's a hard boundary to swallow.
Rachel text her mom and stated that Timmy didn't want to come over to the house to watch the "Super Bowl" because he felt uncomfortable around dad. She blames me for Timmy feelin' uncomfortable? Uncomfortable?
Stay focused. I call it guilt.
I re-call a story that Alex told a group of inmates at the Boone County jail. He used four quarters to illustrate purity and wholeness. You meet someone and over time they persuade you to have sex. Give that person a quarter. That relationship doesn't work out so you move on to the next relationship, you have sex again. Give that person a quarter, because you are sharing your mind, body and soul with this person, each time it costs you something, you may not realize it but it does. After a couple of relationships the person meets someone that is "the one." How much do you have left to offer "the one?" Count the cost.
Rachel has a lot invested in this relationship, mind, body and soul, not to mention time and money. This only deepens her commitment to this jerk. Poor investment I say.
Examine my motives Guard my heart. I believe that the power that resides in me will provide me with endlessly bountiful and infinitely creative resources to help me to achieve what I must learn and accomplish through this experience. I do not believe that I must do this by myself and I will not be overwhelmed less I stop before I start. I know it is easier to complain than to do something about it. When I do I hinder and stifle the power, the plans and lose sight of the narrow path I am compelled to stay on.
I must keep the harsh inner critic silent or it's voice will undercut and I will begin to doubt myself. The "inner judge" voices my fears from the depths of darkness. It conveys that somehow I am not good enough in some way. I learn to listen with compassion, knowing that it is a side of me that still is not healed.
The Power, The Plan "For I know the plans that I have for you..." When the answer comes I know I will feel open, warm, reassured and full of peace. If I become confused I must press in and exercise patience and become quiet, wait and pray. Meditate, until I become aware of an answer that is both loving and encouraging, practical and wise. I must not cast aside the communication that informs me of my mission in life or I will not be fully contributing my gifts and my uniqueness that makes me who I am. The puzzle will never be solved until I offer my piece/peace. My heart is a "Truth meter" and will indicate to me the direction I must go and if I am making the best decisions for my life path. Every experience will help me toward what I have come here to learn.
I know that there is a power that operates within me and around me, and it shines its light on my being. If I trust it I know I will not be led astray and I know that anything that fires my soul, impossibilities vanish...
I still can't comprehend why Rachel would throw her virginity away, maybe I shouldn't mention it.
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Post by 2Poppa on Feb 14, 2007 12:19:16 GMT -5
Well, I didn't mention it ... at least to Rachel. I long to be in the woods again... Just to sit there. As I look out my back door the ice and snow are glistening off the dark seemingly lifeless trees. They are drooping from the weight of last nights ice storm and appear as old men trying to shrug off deaths last request. I long to be in the woods again... Sometimes I sit and I wonder. I visit a place in the woods that I discovered this past deer season that is on a Wildlife Management Area. It is unique to the area, with its huge oak and elm trees towering over woods, scattered with man-made ponds high, on a wind swept ridge. There is an old abandoned grave yard whose inhabitants are no longer missed or thought of. Who will tell their story? I feel the north east wind biting my cheeks from the bitterness of last nights artic blast. Men live alone and die amongst themselves. Those that die lonely, are dead before their last frigid breath and contribute nothing to the betterment of himself or others. They are a dead lot, even before their bones fail and fall to the ground... I can only hope to begin to understand and contemplate the harshness and disparity of life because of the peace and warmth, that "now" resides in a heart that is filled with gratitude for just being alive, thankful for my next breath of the cold frigid air. I breathe in life... And exhale sin... Rain, sleet, ice, snow and slush pelted the area causing many accidents including Raymond's. He had "spun out of control on old Kentucky 17 and was pulled out of the ditch by a Durango." Are you OK I asked half-knowing his reply, "yeah, there is noise coming from the rear of my car." I had a pit in my stomach almost as if I had the "accident." Are coincidence's disguised as accidents? Do I really want to know the answer? I remember a speeding ticket I once recieved, this one was different. I deserved it. I was guilty. I still protested to the officer as he was writing the ticket. He listened to no one. At this very moment he was a "ticket writing machine!" After tearing the citation out of his book he flipantly said, "if you choose to come to court and fight it, know that I win 99.9% of all my cases." Two weeks later, and with three and a half hours of sitting in the court room I came before the prosecutor and judge. The officer failed to appear, he was a "No Show." From the very moment the officer spoke his boastful words I felt challenged, I was stirred. I wasn't going to be intimidated or shrink back with fear. Truth is, I know there are no coincidences, only a divine design that brings encounters with angels and men, to bring revelation and proper perception to a perplexing, misgiving situation that is placed in front of us because we have invited the Spirit of correction into our lives. If, I've asked God for his "Wisdom and Truth" then I must believe that He has provided me with the keys that I will use to un-lock the door to a higher and higher education of His Love. I must not lose the compunction of His Spirit less I fall to the folly of my way which leads to... This is a moment of opportunity in time that I can and must seize. God has given men the gift of time to come to the understanding and conclusion of love and truth and right living. Time is truly a gift if we embrace it, to understand and to know why it is here for us. Love and truth never exists outside of men. We must yearn and desire to eliminate failure and grow with the seeds of hope and look to the tall, sturdy oak tree that has lived before us. Just as their roots grow deep and wide, I too must reach and perhaps even grope my way through the darkness to reach the provisions before me. Descernment comes as I stretch to the heavens seeking the light my eyes so desire, my arrows find their way to the mark, the target. I delight in victory! Procrastination leads to doubt and hinders the walk of faith. Faith, says I will and I can, procrastination whines and says I don't know, I might. Faith is a commitment and there is no expiration date. Procrastination is a sluggard and takes the path of least resistance and is always late. Faith is such a wonderful gift especially at the cross-roads of mans intellect and Gods Wisdom... Love knows no hate Well, I didn't mention it ... at least to Rachel. It is my desire to draw nearer with an open heart and an open mind. Smitty, (statechamp) is going down to Norris Lake in Tennessee to striper fish this week-end with his son Rob and his girlfriend and Dave. I was invited, but Bo is still shootin' 3-pointers with the Foley and Moffett basketball teams. I always have big fun. More to come! I love this weather! Too many highs and too many lows.Hank Jr.
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Post by Country2dBone on Feb 14, 2007 17:38:56 GMT -5
WAY TO ADD THE HANK. GOT TO KEEP IT REAL.
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I do not hunt turkey because I want to...I hunt turkey because I have to. (Tom Kelly, Tenth Legion)
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Post by Limbhanger on Feb 15, 2007 1:39:31 GMT -5
Still lovin me some 2Poppa. Waxing Poetic...........
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