It’s a Trap!

You know they had me. I was sympathetic. I too suffer from chronic pain. It can be absolutely miserable at times. To the point you wish you could just jump out of your own body. But alas it can’t be done until your self finally leaves it’s meat bag.

But yeah, they had me. Right up until they Jeebus-ed me. I felt violated. Cheated. Lied to. Suckered. The amount of pain and discomfort this person was relating was a level I could only think as miserable beyond belief. Now I’m leaning towards it might be a wee bit of a stretch, after they pulled the ole switcheroo.

When someone pulls a stunt like that, it surely makes me wonder, was this just another just so story from liars for jeebus? It sure feels like it. If it isn’t, I’d sure like to know how the hell Jeebus makes a difference…

I did not bother to comment. Not worth my time.

https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/110207926/posts/8053

I’ve got to learn to stop investigating the WP teasers… But every once in a while it works out πŸ˜‰

Arrest The Uvalde Police

As more comes out about how this mass murder was handled, I am more and more angry about what I’m hearing. Cops on the scene with an active gunman shooting children, were either standing there with their hands in their pockets, or busy making life difficult for the parents there, who were deeply concerned for their childrens safety.

How sick and disgusting is that?

Cops all over the damn place and no one going after the shooter. Cowards. Each and every one of them ought to hand over their badge and gun, and resign. Yeah right, won’t happen.

Another thing, if you or I am in the present company of someone that commits murder, and you or I did nothing to try and prevent it, we would be charged with murder as well as the person who committed it.

As far as I’m concerned, these chickenshit cops should all be charged. Murder, dereliction of duty, and being complicit in an ongoing mass shooting.

Fucking cops, they are real good at shooting and killing unarmed people everywhere, but can’t meet up to the job requirement when someone happens to have a gun and is using it to kill children. Other than having a cussing spasm, words fail me.

Unbelievable.

… I don’t want to hear excuses, “we didn’t have armor,” “we didn’t have this,” “we didn’t have that.” I want to hear admissions of guilt from these assholes. They had manpower, they had guns. Period. I hope they all have trouble sleeping at night. This just really ticks me off. Such manly men, such real Americans, such true and blue patriots. Kiss my ass, a bunch of whining pansies in the face of that actual moment, of finding the courage to buck up and do the right thing.

None of them had it what it takes. Pathetic. Arrest them. Make examples out of them. I won’t hold my breath.

Way To Go Texas

Another damn mass shooting. This time grade school kids. Nineteen little kids dead at the hands of a madman with a gun. My wife told me about it and my heart sank into my stomach.

I can hear the talking heads in the other room. Blah blah, something must be done. Blah blah, we mourn with Texas. Blah blah, there are too many guns. Blah blah, thoughts and freaking prayers.

I’m disgusted with this shit. I even said to myself something has to be done!! But what? Too many guns in the street now to make it go away. Too many “sign here Bubba” laws allowing beer swilling idiots, with little idiot kids (who may steal daddy’s gun and go to school,) to buy all the semi auto rifles and handguns they can get with their child tax credit refunds.

Fact: Guns used in crimes, are the vast majority, stolen guns from lawful owners.

Fact: We Americans own 46% of the guns in the entire world!

Fact: There are literally millions of guns here, in the wrong hands.

I was thinking, what the heck can be done? How the hell do you put this cat back in a bag? Then it hit me. The only way you will ever get Bubba to willingly let his guns go is this:

Pay Bubba 2x what the gun is worth! No questions asked.* Bubbas all over the country will line up and willingly sell off their guns. Maybe not all of the guns they have, but that guy with 50 guns might well sell of 30 or 40 of them. That guy who had car repairs last week and can’t make the rent might damn well sell off a few.

The only way to fix the issue of way too many guns, is get the guns off the streets, out of the hands of those that might use them. That’s on one end. The other end is the gov’t stepping in and restricting the amount of guns a person might own, the type of gun we can own (we don’t all need assault rifles ok?) And making it at least as difficult to get a gun as it is to vote in R strongholds.

Now we need the money. Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos, Big Oil, Big Pharma, Big anybody! Here you go, an actual worthy cause to invest in. Can you say tax write off? Start lining up and putting some of that insane wealth to good use.

Of course the gov’t should also be a part of the system, monetarily, oversight, and operations.

You want to fix the problem? Get the guns. You want to get the guns willingly? Pay 2x what they are worth. I guarantee you people will line up to sell them off. Everybody needs money sooner or later. Everybody loves a good deal. Most of us want to see this issue addressed. Buy them up, melt them down, do something useful with the steel.

I know there have been gun buy backs in cities here and there. But I’m talking Country Wide. Going Big! I don’t see any other way short of jackboots hitting every county to attempt to root out the weapons. That would be disastrous on may levels. I’m telling you, pay Bubba for the gun, he will bring it willingly. Like I said, sooner or later, most of us need a little quick cash. Sure a few of those guys will sell some guns for the sole purpose of getting another one, but surely some of those guys have wives and children that matter more to them. Or a truck, a side by side, a four wheeler, or a boat they need to fix…

The only bad side effect I could foresee from something like this, is people all of a sudden stealing more guns to sell. But even that, as bad as it may be, would still be working toward the end goal. Making guns harder to come by.

*Up to a certain amount max.

**Well I went and did a search on the idea, it certainly isn’t new. But it does have serious potential. I did not know there were already gun buyback proposals among our more good sensed politicians. The fly in the ointment is the same old stick in the mud Congress critters who strive for $ they get from the status quo. We all know how that goes…

Even if such an endeavor could be undertaken, it would likely take years to see a drastic improvement, but slow progress is still progress. Right now, we need some progress. 19 families in Texas would no doubt agree. As well as hundreds more families, grieving from the already committed murders of their children, and the cold blooded murders that haven’t happened yet. The way things are going, give it a week or two. We will see more… And more. And more.

We need something done. Thoughts and prayers don’t cut it anymore. We can’t let let that B.S. stand!

One more thing, this goes beyond guns. Let’s address the kind of person that could sink so low as to gun down defenseless little children. Now I understand “normal” is a difficult standard in human beings, but the “abnormal” tend to stick out like a sore thumb. You can’t tell me someone didn’t know this person was a little off in some way. A little strange, a little odd, a little concerning. I can’t believe for a moment, anyone capable of such senseless murderous brutality hasn’t been recognized as having psycopathic or sociopathic behaviors. We need a better mental health safety net. I know from experience with family members both now and in the past how difficult is to get good help. If a person doesn’t have a public breakdown that leads to a court order to get help, they, once turned 18 years of age, have to be convinced to get help they they don’t think they need. It’s a goddamn nightmare. You cannot convince someone who needs help to get it, because they don’t see themselves as having issues. You wind up beating your head against the wall, trying to get loved ones the help they truly need. It is my opinion, that from this group of people, many of our mass shooters origininate. As truly, anyone “normal” would never see this type of behavior as acceptable in our society. We have to find these people. We have to get them help. The system needs fixing. Yesterday.

I don’t know the reputation of the site I found this, but it was an enlightening read:

The time to do something is long since past. Better late than never.

The Limbo

I just saw a series of clips on mainstream news, showing all the Republican loons going on and on about how Disney, because they showed some backbone and went against Desantis’ “Don’t Say Gay Bill,” are now calling Disney sex offenders/groomers. The Faux news fraudsters are on the “let’s scream sex offender train!” The Q-Anon rep, Republican Marjorie Taylor Greene, went all sex offender volcano spew, espousing her certain kind of crazy on the subject. I know we say this all the time, but how low can they go? I really hate to sound like the proverbial broken record, and I know this isn’t my first rant along these lines, but…

How low can they go? They make a bunch of make believe hay out of a huge nothing, when at the same time there are actual sex offenders in their own ranks. They are not only lower than low, they are hypocrites of the tallest order at the same damn time.

Or the Putin loving idiots. Proclaiming their dictator loving devotion on live tv. The lying ass orange idiot cleared the rails for this sort of nonsense. The Republicans turned their heads and coughed the entire time the orange one was in office. Against numerous transgressions on normal norms. No one in their party of Limbo would stand up and say anything about the lies, the deceit, the obvious mob boss “I need a favor though.” Not one single elected R has the guts, the humanity, to stand up for what is right and what is wrong.

Lies. When did absolute, unmistakable lies, become the watered down version that is referred to as “misinformation?” When did lying and cheating in plain sight become normal politics? Who is running this shit show? What happened to men and women who had the courage to stand up for what is truth, what is honor, what is honesty, and is what is love of country?

I look at the state of the R party today, and I shudder at the thought I ever voted R. Don’t worry, that will NEVER happen again! I look at the state of my country and I wonder how much more of this bullshit can I take?

Lies running rampant, not just lies but idiotic lies anyone with the simple wherewithal to do so could look into, and see it’s all a bunch of hooey. But the people that vote these morons into office have no decency themselves. If they did, they wouldn’t vote for these clown car representatives in the first place. They wouldn’t sit there and soak up Faux news propaganda, then rush off to FB, or whatever the heck they call it these days, so they can be the first on the block to share it. No, if they had a modicum of good sense they too would stop and wonder what the heck happened here? But they don’t And they won’t. It looks to me like we have a complete breakdown of Republican morality. From the top down, and the bottom up. I am not happy with the the country I used to love.

I used to be able to put aside my political differences. I used to believe we all have the the right to vote how we wanted to. I still believe that. But if you are voting R right now, you are a misguided asshat with not a single ounce of decency in your body.

I feel like I live in a shithole country. I am not pleased with this endless charade of Limbo. Someone please make it stop. I want to get off here.

I’ll probably feel better in the morning. But right now I’m hair on fire ticked off at what I have seen this country come to. And for my trouble I’ll probably get compared to the “old man yells at clouds”meme… Go ahead, I can take it. πŸ˜‰

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid

I just sat down to have a cold glass of tea. Was doing some yard work, I came in to sit down and cool off for a minute. When I saw on CNN, they were yapping it up about a wedding dress manufacturer providing clothing for their troops.

So the way I see it, CNN just did a piece informing the world, and Putin, about a clothing manufacturer becoming a legitimate target.

News tomorrow, could very well be “Wedding Dress Manufaturer Bombed Overnight.”

How stupid do you have to be to broadcast a story explaining a business, I assume in Ukraine, is making clothing for their troops? There are some things the enemy does not need to know, ok?

https://www.cnn.com/style/article/milla-nova-bridal-ukraine/index.html

Old Diver Tales

My diving career began a long time back, I was staying with a friend of mine, we were barely surviving, but we were staying alive, amazing what you can live without when you are young. One day my friend says to me, I’m going to go toe digging and make some money. Toe digging? Money? I had to ask, what the hell is toe digging and how does it translate to money?

Well, there are these critters called freshwater mussels. Kentucky Lake on the Tn. River, right here close to where I live, just happens to have the best quality shell in the world. The shell grow very well here, they break good*, and the Japanese/Chinese love our shells. There used to be three buyers of shell locally, but the economy boom of the eighties/nineties went bust, the cultured pearl biz* never recovered really, and we are down to one buyer here. It’s still alive, but barely breathing.

Anyway, long story short, there are companies who pay for these shell. Though not nearly what they used to. At one time there was big bucks in it, and I got some of that. Anyway…

Toe digging, is where you go to the river/lake, (it’s both really, a huge lake with a 50′ deep average, river channel running through it,) so you go to the lake (after you bought your license to harvest shell,) and you wade around in the backwaters with no shoes on, feeling with your feet, for the shell. You collect these shell up and at the end of the day you go sell to the buyer. Clearly a summertime job.

I made around 50 bucks my first day, my friend closer to $75. Well damn! I like toe digging. So began my toe digging experience.

Well, there were also guys out there with boats rigged out with diving equipment, and those guys were getting shell too. A LOT more shell than a toe digger. I soon realized where the money was at, and aspired to be a diver someday. But that’s an expensive proposition. Boats/motors, and dive gear, ain’t exactly cheap. And I ain’t exactly a Rockefeller.

As it turns out, a neighbor at the time, he is one of those guys always looking to make a buck, he had a boat rigged out for two divers. The deal was he supplied all equipment, the diver just had to get the shell, 50/50 split. He knew I was toe digging, and he stopped in one day. One of his divers had quit, did I want the job?

Why hell yes! I want the job. He said be ready to go at 6 AM.

I grew up watching Jacques Cousteau, and always knew I would love to do some of that πŸ™‚ Bonus was, I could make money while achieving a dream of going diving. I could not pass on this opportunity. I couldn’t not go. I’m somewhere around 19 or 20 at the time. No matter…

I was ready to go come 6:00 AM. The other experienced diver on the boat, his nickname was Crazy Charlie, that’s all I ever knew him by. Well they put me out in shallow water to get my feet wet so to speak. I started off in water I could stand up in and my chest/head would still clear the surface. So I went down, you crawl on your hands and knees to feel for the shell, and sack them up as you find them. Well I crawled a bit I was enjoying the experience immensely, then I thought I’m going to stand up and see where I’m at, relative to the boat. I stood up, my head was still under water. I looked up, could see the surface above me, and for a second I was like oh crap! But I soon realized I had air, I was perfectly fine, I had no reason to be afraid, the diving gear was doing its job. So I calmed down and I went back to crawling. But I wasn’t finding any shell. There just weren’t any there. This was a test dive to see how I’d take to it. I knew that. I went back to the boat and told them what I told you. There’s nothing here. Well Crazy Charlie tells me, the shell are over there, pointing at the river channel. I said “let’s go where the shell are.”

Well the shell here were 40+ feet down. The plan was I’d start at the top of the river channel, and work my way down to where the shell were. My first day diving, I hit 40′, it was a slow crawl down that steep river bank, then once you got down so far it started to slowly taper off towards the middle of the river channel getting deeper as you go. Didn’t make much money my first day, but I took to it pretty quick.

Well, I worked for this guy for close to two years. A friend of his I knew, also had a rigged out boat with the same deal, 50/50 split, a boat he had just recently got ready to go. The guy I was working for, put me and two other divers (Crazy Charlie was long since gone and these two guys were complete greenhorns,) out one day, in a mudhole. I went down, did my best to find shell there. There weren’t any. I went back to the boat in 20 minutes or less and informed him of the predicament. He told me to get back down there and work. I tried to explain we could do better elsewhere but he was a hard headed bastard and wouldn’t have it. He told me to go down and work, I told him to shove it. I quit on the spot. I had just been down there, there was no reason to go back, I wasn’t going to waste time and effort and risk the skin off of my backside for absolutely zero gain. I don’t care if Jesus told me to do it. After a good while, maybe an hour, the other two divers came up with little to nothing to show for it. I wasn’t wrong. This guy I was working for was a bit of a jerk, I kind of knew I wasn’t going to last much longer here anyway.

Went to work for the other guy though, George, the next morning. I went and talked to him and we went to work. He was a lot easier to deal with, very agreeable guy, he understood if I said we need to move, that we need to move. George valued my input, and the experience I had developed. He was never pushy, or an ass, just a really good guy and a good guy to work with/for. George passed away a while back, I still miss him. He was one of the good guys. But the point is, if I’m not getting shell, neither of us are making any money. He had no trouble understanding that. I worked for George for a year, probably a year and a half, by then I had saved up the money to get my own gear. I slowly but surely rigged out a boat, buying one piece at a time, and when it was finally ready, I told George it was time for me to head out on my own. But I stayed on and trained a couple of guys for him before I ventured out into my own diving adventure. I didn’t have to do that. But I wanted to, if that tells you anything.

Side note, one of the guys I trained was my little brother. He stands 6’4″ close to 280 lb. and turned out to be a good diver. He managed to work his way to his own boat, same way I did. I’m sure he could tell a few of these old diver tales too. Anyone who worked at it for any length of time, I assure you, they have tales to tell.

I’ll tell you something else, you can’t judge a book by its cover. I trained a lot of guys in my time on those boats. Big burly tough guys you might think had no fear of anything, wouldn’t make it through a day. They were done after one dive. Some scrawny shit you think will shoot off like a rocket for home first chance he gets, turns out that was the guy who made something of it and stuck with it. There is no rhyme or reason to who has the fortitude for the job. You have to be able to handle your fears. If you can’t control that, you are done and rather quickly. It’s little to no visibility down there. Lots of stumps, old rebar tangles, fishermans nets, trot lines, broken bottles, any number of things that will gash you hands/fingers, steep drop offs, wind and current, thunderstorms, equipment malfunctions, and your own particular level of doing stupid stuff to deal with. If you don’t learn something each and every time you go out there, you weren’t paying attention. Bottom line, it’s dangerous out there, you better be paying attention…

So I’m now self employed. I was still a little green to a lot of the stuff that can happen though, it does sometimes take getting through bad situations to better understand how to see them coming. I’d been diving, harvesting shell for around three years now, but it’s a completely different scenario when you go solo, and there is an endless number of things that can go wrong at any time. It was nice having someone in the boat looking after things and keeping an eye on the weather, nasty storms will sneak up on you out there, and there are towboats, enormous wakes from assholes in huge cruisers, and bass fishermen running 70 mph everywhere they go, these are everyday concerns. Well I went out one morning and tossed anchor on a spot, threw my gear on, pulled anchor, and jumped in, standard procedure. The day before though, after my last dive, I replaced my regulator mouthpiece as I had bitten through the old one. I didn’t have the little zip tie with me to secure the mouthpiece to the regulator, but I figured I’d fix that before I went out the next day. Right?

Completely forgot. The mouthpiece was on the regulator, but not sufficienlty secure.

Well I wasn’t paying attention to the current that morning either. It was ripping and I didn’t catch that at first. The current can be deceiving, it can be really strong and not appear to be, at first glance. When I jumped in, the boat quickly drifted behind me with the current, and jerked real hard when it pulled tight. Probably dragged me three or four feet before I could dig in and hold it.**

Well I got control of the boat, tried to pull against the current, it was tough, I could barely make any headway. And for two seconds I turned my head sideways to the current. My regulator went wubba wubba wubba wubba, fluttering up and down very rapidly, then it flew out of my mouthpiece, now I realize I forgot the damn zip tie! Naturally of course, just after I exhaled, I lost my air supply. So, there I am, fishing for my regulator, the regulator is attached to the air line, the current had it flopping about, I’ve stood up by now, I’m fast walking on the bottom trying to keep from falling down, the current is pushing me, the boat is pulling me, and I couldn’t find the damn regulator! Every half second spent fishing for that regulator, is closer to this getting real serious. Quick calculation tells me that with this level of current, if I drop my weight belt and shoot for the surface, I may go a long ways horizontally, before I make good headway towards the surface. I was probably down 15-20′, I didn’t like that proposition. I’m fast running out of oxygenated blood here, so my only other option was to ditch the effort looking for the regulator, which wasn’t producing results, and to go hand over hand with my lifeline as fast as I could towards the boat. Each pull on the line as far as my arms would reach. There was 65′ of line to conquer before I get back to the boat. You have to make these decisions and act in a split seconds time, panic is your enemy. There is no time to waste. I hauled my ass back as fast as I could go.

Even knowing my regulator was no longer attached to the mouthpiece, I still clung to the mouthpiece with my teeth, and knowing full well you can’t try to breathe in this situation, I still tried to suck air once, and drank a good bit of river water. Fortunately I was pretty close to the boat. I made it (obviously,) but it was dicey there for a minute. No matter what the conditions are, even when you know it is not safe to breathe, sooner or later, your body will defy your wishes. It will attempt to breathe whether you are above the waterline or not.

Just two little mistakes. I forgot the zip tie, and stupid me did not check the current conditions before I decided to jump in. Little things like that can add up to big problems quick. One of these things on their own would have been easily rectified, probably forgotten by lunchtime, and certainly not worthy of mention at the end of the day. Both of those things working against me simultaneously however, turned out to be a close call. There was a lot of things over the years I did not discuss with my wife and kids when I got home. This was one of them.

Every single time I go out since that day, whether for business or pleasure, I check the current before I do anything else. I also always have a lighter and a compass in the boat. Both, stories for another day… Oh, and zip ties. There are zip ties. πŸ˜‰

* Breaks good, means when you crack a shell hard enough to break it, it breaks clean with no double growth fractures or mud lines. It breaks solid all the way through and has no mud line stripes in it. Ideal for manufacturing nuclei, for implants, in the making of cultured pearls. Yep, I’ve been in the jewelry business! I went back last year and got a few shells, will go again as soon as spring breaks. I missed diving so bad I couldn’t stand it. Had to go.

** The type of diving I do isn’t SCUBA, its Hookah. Hookah, you are supplied air via a lifeline to the boat. The air line is attached to a good sturdy rope. The rope attaches to the front of the boat on one end and your weight belt on the other. You have to wear a heavy weight belt to keep you down there with a wet suit on, which enables you to generate the power you need to pull/control the boat against current, and waves on windy days. You won’t get far at neutral bouyancy, which is SOP for SCUBA.

Whew, I just looked this over, didn’t know I was writing a book. πŸ™‚

My, How Far We Have Come

You know, back when I was kid, it’s been a few years πŸ˜‰ we did the nuke drills. Yep everyone got under their desks, to save us from a nuclear attack. Which now that I think about it, I think it might have been better to die looking out the damn window, I’d rather take my last breath looking death in the eye and telling it to piss off. But anyway…

EVERYBODY hated the damn commies back then. There was no dissent. It was as sure as the sun coming up tomorrow. The commies were the bad guys. Pure evil. That’s just how it was. No one liked a commie.

Then I grew up a little bit. I realized that the commies were people, just like us in many ways. I learned not to hate commies somewhere between then and now. I learned not to hate the people, but to appreciate all of our desires, to live our lives, raise our children, enjoy the good things. I learned that the people were not necessarily a true representation of their government.

I also learned a lot about white privilege, the oppression of blacks, and the true history of us stealing this country from those who lived here before. I learned being gay wasn’t such a terrible thing that people thought it was. I learned religion and its adherents are full of shit. I learned a lot of things.

But I never thought I would ever see people in our society actively supporting communists attacking a neighbor. I’m somewhat stunned by the assholes at Faux News. I’m a bit shocked, at some of our politicians supporting the Russian invasion/war in Ukraine. Given the state of our politics, I guess it shouldn’t be such a huge leap. Idiots that the Republican party are…

I am however, not at all surprised at the orange idiot supporting Putin. After all, Ukraine refused to participate in the orange idiots election fraud, so he has an an axe to grind there. Also, Putin is the orange turds most favorite authoritarian dictator of all time. So no, that was no surprise. I pretty much expected that.

Our politicians though, actively and openly supporting this attack, is appalling. For our people, our Americans, to support the communists in a land grab war, this is unacceptable to me. For them to back our politicians support in this attack, is equally unacceptable. Even unbelievable. Any, who support this attack, or our politicans who also favor it, is tantamount to treason in my humble opinion. Communism has been an ever present threat to democracy for as long as I can remember and still is. How anyone can so easily forget that that is beyond my reasoning.

I don’t hate the commies anymore. But I sure as hell do not support their war machine invading Ukraine. Nor should anyone. But here we are. Our own fucking people supporting communism, and communist aggression. Supporting War. Supporting Death. Supporting Mutilation and Misery, from an authoritarian communist dictator. That Americans can support this? Despicable. I have words, but cannot speak them. I cannot believe what my country has come to.

I Guess I Needed the Excercise

While I have always been more of a cat person, despite having several dogs over the years, we somehow managed to wind up with 3 dogs in the house. First a stray was hanging around, and someone made the mistake of putting some food out for it. Boom! Dog #1 (Goldie/female.) Then my son decided to adopt a dog from the pound, and we decided what the heck. Boom! Dog #2. (Champ/male,) Champ was thought to be a lab/pit mix, but he grew into something that sure enough looks like lab, but no pit whatsoever. We have concluded with his body design and appearance he is more likely a labradane. Half lab, half Great Dane. Then one day a vehicle we did not recognize went down the lane out front and exited not long after, we didn’t think much of it, people often drive down there, see it’s a dead end, and exit. But then a little while later a dog we’ve never seen shows up. This time, no doubt, it’s a Pit Bull (Mauser/male.) Boom! Dog #3. Undoubtedly left to his own devices, criminally dropped off in the country, for what reason we will never likey know. We canvassed the neighborhood, put out FB reports of a found dog, (Not me actually I despise FB (or Meta), but my son has it,) and no one ever claimed him, so he is officially ours now.

That’s the setup, we have 3 dogs. Champ is the subject of the post. Champ has a personality that is decidedly kingly, very untrusting of strangers, yet very lovable. His charming super power is making everyone who knows him love his ways. And we do. Well, I let the dogs out for a morning walk, was it 3 days ago now? I can hardly remember at this point. Anyway, in the time it took me to slip on some shoes and a jacket, Mauser and Champ were gone. They, both have training collars, I quickly did the “beeps,” Mauser came right back. Champ disappeared. We assume there was a deer, and he lit out after it.

Well myself and one of the boys made a few trips into the woods trying to find him in the cold November rain, with no luck whatsover. So I’m soon worn out from the walking, in hilly terrain, with open fields scattered about, in deer season, and no hunter orange on. Just was so worried about the dog It didn’t occur to me I might get my ass shot off by some dumbass redneck with a high powered rifle. But then it did occur to me and I was seriously concerned about said dumbass redneck having a bad hunt morning, and deciding to shoot my dog. But alas no sighting of our dog, dead or alive. I got home and used the truck to roam the roads that encircle our location for the rest of the evening up till dark, stopping and talking to people, letting them know, showing them a picture, and putting the word out. No luck.

Day 2. No rain today, but steadily dropping temps and a cold wind. There is a patch of woods to the N of us we didn’t hunt the day before, that’s my target area for the day. But I went to town first and bought some hunter orange vests so everyone in the field had some protection against getting their ass shot off. I swear the last place I want to be, is in the middle of the woods, in deer season, with well armed redneck dumbasses about. But off we go. We separate in the woods, far enough apart we can glimpse and hear each othe calling out for the dog. We covered a good bit of ground heading W, then decided to turn N and continue. We broke out into another field and one of my sons who was with, yelled out “there he is!” I turned in time to see something, about the right color and size breaking into the woodline. Not a positive ID by any means, a one second glimpse doesn’t imprint in your brain too well from a moving object 80 yards off. Well we move that way, I’m looking for dog prints in the field, and my boy is scanning the woods. I decided on the chance it was our dog, that we should again separate, and push through the woods back to the S, hoping if it was Champ we could drive him in the direction of home. At this point I am unsure of his mental state, being a lost dog in the woods, having already spent one night alone, everything is your enemy, to the point you might not even recognize those who love and care for you. So we pushed through the woods, the briars, the holly trees, the tangle of vines, and scrub trees, damn good thing I did a lot of woods exploring as a kid, I can pick a path through rough stuff pretty quick and always have a walking stick.

We got back home, no dog. We never saw whatever we had seen again.

Back to square one. Grab some lunch, change shirts, you work up a bit of a sweat and the wet shirt on a cold day isn’t a good thing. The wife gets home, I tell her about the morning, we decide to go hit the area again, that one glimpse was the only card we had to play at this point. So we went back, wearing hunter orange, and spent a few hours looking to no avail. We retreat to home and start another roaming hunt by vehicle. No luck. We decide to go to town and get fast food for supper, we were none of us interested in cooking at this point. End of the day, no dog. Weather prediction 31 degrees this night. We are concerned.

That afternoon, my son has a job at Wal Mart, someone asks him, are you the one looking for a lost dog? Well my son informed him yes indeed we were. Well this guy says he was hunting that morning and was about to shoot a deer, when a dog broke from the brush and scared away the deer. The dog fit the description. My son sends me the guys phone number, and it turns out he one of our neighbors son! They live to our S, and Champ was definately sighted there, that morning, around 5:30 AM. So we had a verified sighting. It was already near dark, but we went and make a quick hunt before we lost all light and had to abandon. That’s when we went to town for take out. Typing this out as I recall it…

31 degrees. I toss and turn, trying to sleep, worn out, worried about the dog. We get up, day 3. After speaking to our neighbors son, I was aware he is taking his daughter on the hunt this morning, eager to get out looking I texted him wanting to know about what time they would be heading home. 10AM was the reply, and as he was our sole lead, I honored his hunt and waited till 9:30 that morning before gearing up and heading out. My wife geared up and told me she was going to hunt the woods close by, hoping to get lucky, I waited a bit and headed for the area where Champ was last seen.

One of the boys and I, encountered our father/daughter hunters as they were heading out, we were heading in. He showed us the general wherabouts the dog was last seen, and we headed that way. The trail breaks out into a long narrow clearing and we are flanking the clearing, calling out for the dog. My boy gets out ahead of me, and I lose sight of him, but I know he is fine in the woods, as am I, and he will get home. After a bit, I’m moving away from the sighting zone, and I decide to double back and recheck the area of the sighting, and fan out from there. I made my way to a creek, I could see a bean field on the other side, I decide to cross the creek, getting one of my darn feet wet in the process, I don’t care at this point, I didnt even stop to wring out my sock. I was making my way through the scrub when I heard something behind me, Mauser, the Pit Bull was with me, but I could see him, so I turned to see what was behind me, and there was Champ. He was as glad to see me as I was to see him.

I had a couple of Milk Bone treats in my pocket for the occaision, he gobbled them up quick. After a long moment of happy dog, happy guy greetings, I get them moving towards home. Called my other son along the way, told him to spread the news. I was on my way back, with a Champ in tow.

Got home. My son who was in the woods with me and had gone on ahead, had beaten me back. He informs me that his mom, my wife, is lost in the damn woods!

Son of a…

Well, she has her phone, I can talk to her. I call, she is the worlds worst at giving directions, at first I got the impression she headed N, so I’m going that way, then no… maybe it was W from home. So I cut back that way, actually right back through our backyard, I didn’t think she was very far off, she told me she would be close to home. Well as much as I harp on rednecks, I have enough redneck in me to own a few firearms, and I generally do not go unarmed in the woods. There are coyotes, and rednecks out there. I tell the wife I’m going to pop off a shot with the .45, see if you can hear it, and get a direction. Well she hears it but barely. She is further out that I thought. So I’m off traipsing through the woods again. I head W, then cross a couple of fields, through another treeline, and across another field. I’ll stop and yell out “Hey-Ooooo” every little bit and listen for a response. Nothing. I call her again, can’t make heads or tails out of where she might be, or what damn direction. I finally realized, we both have freaking maps on our phones. I tell her to open up the map app, and tell me what she is close to. Well she pinned her location and sent me a screenshot! Even better. I now had her location. She was S of me. So I head off that way, watching my location on the map in conjunction with her position. I’m making my way across creeks, through the woods and scrub, across a field, I can see I’m getting close. It looked like I was darn close, then I did the expand the map thing, and son of a… She was still a long way off, but not terribly far from a highway.

Change of plans. I tell her to head for the highway, I’m going back home to come get her at the highway with the car. I have enough gumption in the tank I can get home, or get to her, but not both, by foot. So by the time I get home, I am so freaking exhausted I can barely think straight. But I hop in the car and get as close to her last location I can get by car. Just so happens I stopped in here a couple days back and told the owner I had a lost dog. I asked him if I could park and head through the woods to find my lost wife. He consents (another EDIT: at this point we had been trespassing all over the damn countryside, generally it is considered ok by most land owners in a “hunting for your dog” situation, in this case I had to park a car so I sought permission.) So back through the brush, the briars, the scrub, a field, some more scrub, and a treeline, she’s at the bottom of the hill there. I packed in some Power Aid knowing she had nothing to drink, she got watered up and we headed home.

This saga is complete. Got the dog, got the wife, the aches and pains, the exhaustion, will subside. The wife had several scratches, those briars are nasty man, a few bruises, she had fallen a couple of times, but otherwise she’s in good shape.

Champ after cleaning up the abundance of ticks, and we still find a few, he has considerable issues with his paw pads, no deep lacerations but a lot of abraded areas, I doctored those up with some Neosporin, an antibiotic ointment, just to help kill any bacteria present, with out subjecting him to a high pain alternative. He is ravenous after being lost for 2.5 days. He is resting well, seems in good spirits, but does does limp a bit with sore paws at times. I will monitor his condition closely, he may have a vet trip trip sooner than later if he doesn’t show massive improvement in a day or so.

All of those things that a normally functioning household gets done, have been left undone for 3 damn days now. I told the wife last night, sit down, I’ll get this stuff done tomorrow. (Today) Well, I told her this morning as she headed off for work, “babe, those things I said I’d get tomorrow, some of that stuff might wait till tomorrow.” πŸ™‚

Mauser is the white Pit Bull. Champ is the yellow labradane. Both probably around 100 lbs each now. Well Champ lost a few pounds, but he’ll get them back. This pic is deceiving, Champ can literally rest his chin on the dinner table standing up, without standing on his tip toes πŸ˜‰ A good side view and the Dane is more apparent. Especially when he drools.

EDIT: I completely forgot after all that transpired, on day one, right after Champ went missing, my good friend and great bassist Jimmy, who was coming over so we could do some recording, he helped me on a woods trip, and we did some roaming vehicle looking… We didn’t have any luck at all, but I needed to put that in here. I know he reads the blog πŸ˜‰ And I’m sure to hear it! I’m sorry Jimmy! I’ll buy you a drink.

Just So Y’all Know…

Me and mine are fine. The horrible flooding that hit Waverly Tn. and surrounding areas, missed us. But not by much. It was just across the Tn. river from here. I heard the weather alert radio go off for a little north of where I’m at, foretelling heavy rains and flash flooding. But all we got out of it was maybe an inch and a half or so, at my location. What a difference a few miles makes…

From the news, it looks like incredible devastation. Last I heard it was 21 or 22 known dead with 40-something unaccounted for.

All we can do is hope some of the missing show up at a friends house, or survived the trip downstream. It’s times like these you count your lucky stars, hug your kids, and hope the best for those less fortunate in trying times. It’s painful watching the news knowing it could have been here, and wishing those who suffered through it, didn’t have to.

Hope you are all doing well. Busier than a six legged dog a scratching fleas around here. I’m exhausted from being exhausted. Got a good nights sleep last night, but still moving slow today and a lot of stuff to do that can’t wait any longer…