I wonder what you folks in the Northeast did to make Al Gore so mad since you are still getting blizzards and snowstorms. Down here in the South, winter has only visited us occasionally this season. Since I refuse to give Al Gore credit for being correct about anything other than how to get rich by scaring naive people to death, I choose to adopt our liberal media's philosophy. Therefore I have determined that Donald Trump obviously stole our winter since he has been blamed for everything else. Since President Trump has stolen it for so long, I would just as soon he keep it now.
My Dad always said that weather extremes evened out. I have a terrible fear that we are going to experience a hard freeze in late March or early April. If that happens, we can kiss all of our fruit trees good-bye in our region. We might also be at risk of losing our early sweet corn plantings unless we are able to keep our center pivots running constantly with the warmer ground water preventing the tender corn plants from receiving frost.
This has been one of those hunting seasons where our English Cockers have paid for themselves in spades. I would shudder to think how many shot birds would have never been found without these little jewels in action. They not only smell a downed bird, but they also sight mark them, and rarely ever lose a bird even if the scenting conditions are not ideal.
I really don't have a lot on my mind today; so I thought that I would share a few interesting facts that I have either read or thought of myself, and found them funny and appropriate. I have noticed that it is much easier to avoid temptation as I get older. As a matter of fact, I think that temptation has taken to avoiding me now.
I read where a Mr. David Brenner said," Misers aren't fun to live with, but they make wonderful ancestors". Pop was definitely not a miser; so I missed that boat. I also wanted to remind everyone that Daylight Savings time is fast approaching. That means you get to set your scales back ten pounds.
My final observation is not my original idea as I stole it from an email packed with humorous observations. This quote stated ," The fact that there's a highway to hell and only a stairway to heaven says a lot about the anticipated traffic numbers on those two paths". Humnn, good food for thought!
Thursday, February 23, 2017
Thursday, February 16, 2017
Random thoughts
A couple of weeks ago I received a call from my Internist's office in Albany asking me to come in for a "wellness check". Since I had never heard of any such animal, I texted my young doctor to see what in the heck this was. His response,"Mr. Cader, this is just something that Medicare is forcing us to do. You will not even see me. You will just see a nurse to update your records". Well he was partially truthful. It took about five minutes to update my records, and I got up to leave. The nurse politely told me that we had about another 30 minutes worth of quick questions.
Well, I'm slow, but I'm not exactly stupid. I quickly surmised that I was being tested for dementia. I got tickled , and told the nurse that I had plenty of problems, but dementia had not visited me yet. I was racing through the test with flying colors when she handed me a blank piece of paper, and asked me to draw a clock showing the time as 9:20. I immediately flashed back to a conversation of about 15 years ago when one of my top guides walked in my office shut the door, and asked me what I was telling my guests as to how far they could swing their shotguns to shoot at a quail. I told R.J. that I was telling the guests that they had to check their swing at 12:00. He wisely nodded his head and replied, " Boss man these rich folks have had digital watches for so long that they ain't got a clue what 12:00 is". I changed from that point on to my reference as a mid point to check your swing.
I quickly flashed on that conversation as I got to thinking," Holy hell. I'm not sure if I can do this. I finally recalled that 12 was at the top and 6 was at the bottom. Then I remembered how clockwise worked, and was able to fill in the numbers. By now I'm sweating because I figured that the clock was running, and she had the folks lined up outside to take me to a memory care unit. Then I panicked again trying to recall which hand indicated the hour, and which one showed the minutes. But, I did get it right, and passed my test with flying colors. The entire test was so simple that it was almost laughable except for my clock paranoia. I used to have the same problem with bone fish guides who would always call out where to cast my fly by clock directions. I plainly remember struggling with that as a much younger person, and finally started telling my guide to just point in the direction that he saw the fish.
I want to close with a couple of random observations. Since Martha has become ill, I find myself going to the grocery store either with or for her occasionally. A grocery store might as well be a foreign land to me as it is a place that I have never been required to visit up until now. I couldn't help but notice that in every grocery store sick people have to walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes right at the front of the store. Hmmnn, I wonder if they are trying to create their future customers for the pharmacy.
One more thought, and I'm not trying to dive into the very controversial immigration issue, but think about these two observations. I lock the doors to my house every night, and put the burglar alarm on.I don't do that because I hate all of the people who are outside of my house. I do it because I love the people inside of my house. The other comment I would make is only applicable if you believe in God as I do. When it comes to heaven, God has a very strict vetting system before He alows you in; so what is wrong with a rigorous vetting system. Martha's oncologist is a foreigner, and we love him. I don't hate anyone, but I think that we should know who we are inviting into our country !
OK, folks, we only have four more weeks of hunting season left after this week, and I believe that we only have three dates remaining that we are not sold out on. It's not too late to come see us, but you had better call soon if you are thinking about a visit to Riverview!
Well, I'm slow, but I'm not exactly stupid. I quickly surmised that I was being tested for dementia. I got tickled , and told the nurse that I had plenty of problems, but dementia had not visited me yet. I was racing through the test with flying colors when she handed me a blank piece of paper, and asked me to draw a clock showing the time as 9:20. I immediately flashed back to a conversation of about 15 years ago when one of my top guides walked in my office shut the door, and asked me what I was telling my guests as to how far they could swing their shotguns to shoot at a quail. I told R.J. that I was telling the guests that they had to check their swing at 12:00. He wisely nodded his head and replied, " Boss man these rich folks have had digital watches for so long that they ain't got a clue what 12:00 is". I changed from that point on to my reference as a mid point to check your swing.
I quickly flashed on that conversation as I got to thinking," Holy hell. I'm not sure if I can do this. I finally recalled that 12 was at the top and 6 was at the bottom. Then I remembered how clockwise worked, and was able to fill in the numbers. By now I'm sweating because I figured that the clock was running, and she had the folks lined up outside to take me to a memory care unit. Then I panicked again trying to recall which hand indicated the hour, and which one showed the minutes. But, I did get it right, and passed my test with flying colors. The entire test was so simple that it was almost laughable except for my clock paranoia. I used to have the same problem with bone fish guides who would always call out where to cast my fly by clock directions. I plainly remember struggling with that as a much younger person, and finally started telling my guide to just point in the direction that he saw the fish.
I want to close with a couple of random observations. Since Martha has become ill, I find myself going to the grocery store either with or for her occasionally. A grocery store might as well be a foreign land to me as it is a place that I have never been required to visit up until now. I couldn't help but notice that in every grocery store sick people have to walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes right at the front of the store. Hmmnn, I wonder if they are trying to create their future customers for the pharmacy.
One more thought, and I'm not trying to dive into the very controversial immigration issue, but think about these two observations. I lock the doors to my house every night, and put the burglar alarm on.I don't do that because I hate all of the people who are outside of my house. I do it because I love the people inside of my house. The other comment I would make is only applicable if you believe in God as I do. When it comes to heaven, God has a very strict vetting system before He alows you in; so what is wrong with a rigorous vetting system. Martha's oncologist is a foreigner, and we love him. I don't hate anyone, but I think that we should know who we are inviting into our country !
OK, folks, we only have four more weeks of hunting season left after this week, and I believe that we only have three dates remaining that we are not sold out on. It's not too late to come see us, but you had better call soon if you are thinking about a visit to Riverview!
Monday, February 6, 2017
The Old Gray Mare( or stud/gelding)
As many of you know , this was the year that I chose to completely retire from Riverview. I told Cader IV that I would still come down to speak to my old friends, and, of course, take advantage of free meals from the best cooks in the world. However, I felt like it was time to completely get out of his way, and only be available for any advice or ideas that he might want to run by me. I have Martha to look after due to her cancer, and serve on five boards; so it's not like I'm letting my mind go completely to pasture. I also knew that these 16 hour days, seven days a week during hunting season were beginning to tell on this "mature" body that I try to keep in shape. I couldn't hold my hair, but I am determined to stay in shape with regular exercise, and have managed to do that.
Well, as they say," The best laid plans of mice and men oft go astray", This past Monday night, Cader IV called me to inform me that both he and Greg had come down with the flu, and were both running 103+ temps even though we all took the flu shots here. He asked if I could step in for a few days to keep things going. Without any hesitation at all, I agreed to do so. I firmly believe that I could have handled either job with no problems, but performing both of their jobs created quite a challenge. Thankfully, Jerry was not sick, and he was able to help me a good bit, for which I am eternally grateful !
As I was sitting on the sofa in the lounge on Thursday night after working three 16 hour days, I was reminded of that famous line in the movie, Topgun, when Tom Cruise's instructor told him, " Son, your mouth is writing checks that your body can't cash". Maybe I should have thought a bit more before diving into the deep end of the pool so quickly. At any rate, we survived the week, and I believe everything ran as smoothly as silk, but I was so tired on Friday morning when Cader made it back to work that my butt was wiping out my shoe prints in the sand.
I did notice a few things in the process. It once was so easy for me to remember 30 names three times a week with no problem at all. I did not find that to be the case now. Why is it that I can remember every word to a song from 1966, but I can't recall where I placed my sunglasses ten minutes ago, or where I last had the hunting license book? I spent five minutes looking for my cell phone only to realize that I was talking on it the entire time. I'm going to chalk that one up to exhaustion because I don't think that I'm quite ready for the guys with the butterfly nets to come get me just yet.
I also recognized that I still enjoy the people business, and that the finest folks in the world come through our doors at Riverview. We only have about seven more weeks remaining in the 2016-2017 hunting season, and we have precious few open dates remaining. The hunting, woods cover, dog work, and guides are still in great shape. If you are contemplating a visit or maybe adding one more hunting trip to this season, I would encourage you to give Cader IV a call soon. In the meantime, I'm about to kick back and relax for a bit!
Well, as they say," The best laid plans of mice and men oft go astray", This past Monday night, Cader IV called me to inform me that both he and Greg had come down with the flu, and were both running 103+ temps even though we all took the flu shots here. He asked if I could step in for a few days to keep things going. Without any hesitation at all, I agreed to do so. I firmly believe that I could have handled either job with no problems, but performing both of their jobs created quite a challenge. Thankfully, Jerry was not sick, and he was able to help me a good bit, for which I am eternally grateful !
As I was sitting on the sofa in the lounge on Thursday night after working three 16 hour days, I was reminded of that famous line in the movie, Topgun, when Tom Cruise's instructor told him, " Son, your mouth is writing checks that your body can't cash". Maybe I should have thought a bit more before diving into the deep end of the pool so quickly. At any rate, we survived the week, and I believe everything ran as smoothly as silk, but I was so tired on Friday morning when Cader made it back to work that my butt was wiping out my shoe prints in the sand.
I did notice a few things in the process. It once was so easy for me to remember 30 names three times a week with no problem at all. I did not find that to be the case now. Why is it that I can remember every word to a song from 1966, but I can't recall where I placed my sunglasses ten minutes ago, or where I last had the hunting license book? I spent five minutes looking for my cell phone only to realize that I was talking on it the entire time. I'm going to chalk that one up to exhaustion because I don't think that I'm quite ready for the guys with the butterfly nets to come get me just yet.
I also recognized that I still enjoy the people business, and that the finest folks in the world come through our doors at Riverview. We only have about seven more weeks remaining in the 2016-2017 hunting season, and we have precious few open dates remaining. The hunting, woods cover, dog work, and guides are still in great shape. If you are contemplating a visit or maybe adding one more hunting trip to this season, I would encourage you to give Cader IV a call soon. In the meantime, I'm about to kick back and relax for a bit!
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