Checking in with the gang
Posted: Fri May 09, 2014 1:41 pm
Hello MSDuckers
Just wanted to check in and see how all my old friends were holding up in this new world Obama has created for us. I truly hope everyone is doing well and life hasn’t dragged you down the gravel road of despair.
MsDuckmen is still kicking and trying to stay afloat with all the projects that continue to fill my bucket of life. Leaving the lake house the other day I drove down past the old 1:30 hole and was amazed at how much it has changed over the years. All those great morning hunts and the memories that will forever bring me peace.
The 1:30 gang doesn’t exist anymore and I rarely see the men that I duck hunted with for over forty years. I was smart enough to have kept a journal to relive those cold morning and remind me of the small things that happen that memory tends to lose. I still live those moments from time to time when the right smell or sound brings those decades of duck hunting back to me. Like the smell of marsh mud or a wet dog in the boat. Sometimes it is as simple as the sound of a lone wood duck that triggers those long ago memories.
I’m now at retirement age and dealing with a deer camp, and instead of four of us it is 20. Deer camps and duck camps are not the same to me but both offer me the ability to stay in the wild. I still love the feel of a primitive camp where you feel the chill and have a way to distance yourself from the everyday luxuries that life offers us daily now. I miss the men of my past that came and left me too soon. Mr. Thompson, Mr. Carr, Mr. Phillips. All great people that showed me what a person could do to change the lives of others. I was honored to be a man among men. I felt alive and will always try to live up to their expectations.
Growing old really sucks and I’m absolutely dumfounded at how little I can do today verses what I did just 20 years ago. I planted my last trees on public property this year as I’m just not able to do it anymore. Looking over my records dating back to 2000 I have managed to plant around 12000 trees in my life time on public land. I bought 34 acres of land for fun and something to keep me busy and as of this year I have planted nearly 1000 trees on it and my nursery has another 300 growing for next year. That will be the last mass planting I will do. I think I have done enough.
This past month I signed into a partnership with a local Gun shop and will be devoting my off season time to it. Come by and see me in Ridgeland the name of the shop is Frago arms. We build AR’s and 1911’s. We also have a full gunsmith shop for those needing that service.
I miss hearing from you boys and hope to spend a bit more time reading your post seems like it has been forever since I posted anything here. Maybe it’s time for the old Msduckmen to come home.
Better tomorrow.
Just wanted to check in and see how all my old friends were holding up in this new world Obama has created for us. I truly hope everyone is doing well and life hasn’t dragged you down the gravel road of despair.
MsDuckmen is still kicking and trying to stay afloat with all the projects that continue to fill my bucket of life. Leaving the lake house the other day I drove down past the old 1:30 hole and was amazed at how much it has changed over the years. All those great morning hunts and the memories that will forever bring me peace.
The 1:30 gang doesn’t exist anymore and I rarely see the men that I duck hunted with for over forty years. I was smart enough to have kept a journal to relive those cold morning and remind me of the small things that happen that memory tends to lose. I still live those moments from time to time when the right smell or sound brings those decades of duck hunting back to me. Like the smell of marsh mud or a wet dog in the boat. Sometimes it is as simple as the sound of a lone wood duck that triggers those long ago memories.
I’m now at retirement age and dealing with a deer camp, and instead of four of us it is 20. Deer camps and duck camps are not the same to me but both offer me the ability to stay in the wild. I still love the feel of a primitive camp where you feel the chill and have a way to distance yourself from the everyday luxuries that life offers us daily now. I miss the men of my past that came and left me too soon. Mr. Thompson, Mr. Carr, Mr. Phillips. All great people that showed me what a person could do to change the lives of others. I was honored to be a man among men. I felt alive and will always try to live up to their expectations.
Growing old really sucks and I’m absolutely dumfounded at how little I can do today verses what I did just 20 years ago. I planted my last trees on public property this year as I’m just not able to do it anymore. Looking over my records dating back to 2000 I have managed to plant around 12000 trees in my life time on public land. I bought 34 acres of land for fun and something to keep me busy and as of this year I have planted nearly 1000 trees on it and my nursery has another 300 growing for next year. That will be the last mass planting I will do. I think I have done enough.
This past month I signed into a partnership with a local Gun shop and will be devoting my off season time to it. Come by and see me in Ridgeland the name of the shop is Frago arms. We build AR’s and 1911’s. We also have a full gunsmith shop for those needing that service.
I miss hearing from you boys and hope to spend a bit more time reading your post seems like it has been forever since I posted anything here. Maybe it’s time for the old Msduckmen to come home.
Better tomorrow.