Morning Walk, June 8, 2009

The deer were thick this past Monday morning. Having just cleared my gate, I looked up and this doe was watching me from about seventy-five yards. She pawed the ground once then took off.

Another three hundred yards, these two were watching for me, my footsteps on the gravel road alerting them. The doe’s tail, on the right, is at half cock and she and her partner bolted right after this shot.

No deer for the next half mile, until the road turned and this doe was crossing, but stood still, watching me. She stayed, eyes glued on me, until I was within a hundred yards, then took off.

My pulled groin muscle is (almost) healed, i don’t feel it grabbing on the inclines and I’ve extended my walks out to almost one and a half miles. These walks are fun, they promote good health, the weather is usually fine, there’s an abundance of wildlife around here that offers some good opportunities for out of season shots of the camera variety.
This Thursday and Friday we have the State Championship, Senior Softball Tournament in Dallas. My “healed” groin will get a good workout there!

Morning Walk, 6-07-09

My walk last Sunday was much more eventful than the last few!

Starting out from my house, I hadn’t walked a quarter of a mile into a nice breeze before I got this “shot” at a nice doe. She was just standing and looking at me. Lately the deer have been in “high gear” by the time I spotted them.

When I returned home, I went to get a drink of water and looked out into the field behind my house and spotted a “trespassing” jackrabbit. Seven jacks will eat as much grass as a full grown, cow so I immediately unlimbered my .22 mag and cut loose on the trespasser.

My first shot rolled it and the second put it away. The field was just planted and the new sprouts clearly show, so I didn’t go out and pick up the rabbit for a “formal” picture.

Measuring my success, it turned out to be just a sight over two hundred yards. I took the shot from a rest on the third post from the left on my back porch.

Practice counts!

An Update On Brad, June 7, 2009

For the past two months Brad has had very bad pain in his back and is under medication for it. In early May, Brad’s oncologist, believing that the pain stemmed from the growth of a tumor on his spine, changed from his routine of taking weekly antibodies, back to FU5 and Taxil. Previously, this combination had made Brad very ill, caused him to loose weight and left him unable to eat. The doc said he didn’t think that a smaller dose, administered continually by pump, would affect him. But, before one week passed Barad became sicker than the first try with the two drugs. He returned to the hospital and told the docs to take out the pump, which they did. He has not been under any treatment, except for pain medication, since mid May.

Now for the good news!

Brad was referred to M.D. Anderson Cancer Center in Houston and for the past two weeks has been undergoing tests with them. Hopefully, within the next two weeks he will find out what treatments and procedures they will recommend.

About M.D. Anderson Cancer Center, recognized as the premium cancer treatment center in the world, it is an unbelievable place and words don’t provide a true picture of it. First off, it is huge and still growing, by far the largest treatment facility in the Texas Medical Center! It is like a visit to the United Nations, one moment you may see a Muslim woman attired in her burka; a teenager with a skateboard, a business executive or pass by folks speaking a strange, unintelligible tongue. But, these folks all share a common bond, they are cancer patients and are here for treatment.

Brad is at the right place and we pray that it is the right time!

Please keep praying for Brad!

Gig ’em Aggies

All day long I had been trying to get a hold of my Son, Randy, to help me with a sticky problem on my Blog. Finally, in the evening he called me, very frustrated. He had “snuck” off and gone fishing, a noble achievement!

He was frustrated that he had lost several nice bass, because he had made a mistake of epic proportions. He forgot to put the hook on the, new H&H Spinner Bait, that he had just purchased.

This particular product comes from the manufacturer in a plastic bag with the hook separate and the fisherman must attach the hook to the spinner bait before using it. In Randy’s excitement and impatience to get to the fishing at hand, he had neglected to attach the hook.

As I laughed at his omission, my thoughts went back, years ago to a hastily planned fishing trip that I went on with my Uncle Gus, George Alvin Pyland. He and my Dad were both from Marlin, Texas. That particular summer I was working on another of my Uncle’s, Shelton Gafford’s ranch, outside of Marlin. Finishing my chores early I went into town to make a purchase at the local sporting goods store, that happened to be owned by Sam Pyland, Uncle Gus’ brother.

When I walked into the store, surprise, there was Uncle Gus talking with his brother. We hugged and shook hands and exchanged some small talk, and one of our favorite subjects, fishing, came up. Mentioning that Uncle Shelton had gotten me permission to fish in a stock tank, that was not fished by it’s owner, and had been stocked with bass by the state five years earlier. I was on my way out there as soon as I picked me up a couple of yellow Piggy Boats. Uncle Gus volunteered to go with me. He was in town for a short visit and would be happy to “help” me thin out the bass in this particular tank.

I don’t know who manufactured Piggy Boats Spinner Baits, I guess the Piggy Boat Company, but I do know that the company that made them had been sold to H&H, the current manufacturer and H&H now had just been sold to a large retailer. But, whoever the owner, this particular spinner bait remains one of the best baits for stock tank, small lake and stream fishing for bass. In saltwater I have even caught red fish and speckled trout with them.

Uncle Gus had no tackle, but I had an extra rod and reel with me, and he purchased two Piggy Boats with yellow skirts, told his Brother good bye and we headed out to catch some bass. Arriving at the stock tank that was in the middle of a one hundred acre field covered with red buffalo grass, I got out of my truck, walked to the edge of the water and made a cast and was into a nice bass immediately. Uncle Gus said, “Wait for me Jon Howard” as he hurriedly attached the Piggy Boat to his line.

Uncle Gus looped a cast along the bank near us and had a strike that almost jerked the rod from his hands, the bass ran toward the center of the tank, jumped, mouth open and the Piggy Boat came flying back towards us. Uncle Gus was a salt water, fisherman of great skill and perseverance, but muttered, “Dang, that’s funny, the hook didn’t get set good even with that hard strike.” as he prepared for another cast.

Another cast, another jolting strike, another lost fish caused him to mutter, “Jon Howard, these bass are harder to hook than specs.” He was a great Uncle to me, and a good Christian man, but when he lost his third bass I was afraid my rod and reel were going into the water. Before that happened I asked him, “Why don’t you bring your rig over and let me check the hooks?” “What hooks?” he replied. I tried hard not to laugh, but in his haste and excitement he had forgotten to attach the hooks to his spinner bait

Slipping the hooks on his lure, he cast out and, whamo, another hard hit, but this one was hooked solid and soon landed and put on the stringer. We both got to the business of catching bass, along with a couple of goggle eye perch, and ended up with a nice mess of fish.

The story ended well, but after Randy’s “hook” problem, it got me to thinking. You know, both Randy and Uncle Gus are former students at Texas A & M!