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Saturday, February 21, 2009

Sat, 21 Feb 2009 23:10:39 GMT

So I wrote a song...
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Intro.

D string

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Bass run

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Alternate-bass sounds cool if you want.

D A Bass run

Well we went off the deep end in a big red chevy truck, spent the whole night chasin' a herd of whitetail

D A Bass

bucks. Well I was getting' restless, I looked at her and said, how 'bout you and me babe, we'll go out

run D C A Bass

after work. She said that sounds good I know a little place, i'll crawl out of my window, and meet you

run D G A D D G A D D

by the lake. We'll watch the moon rise over the water. I'll say I love you come whatever. We'll sit and

G A D G A G D

talk about forever, dream about together.

D A Bass run

Yeah, we went off the deep end in a big red chevy truck, now it's 5 years later, and a whole lot of luck.

D A Bass run

Now she's my wife, and we've got 2 little kids, they're runnin' 'round the playground while we stop and

D A Bass

kiss. The kids were getting restless, she looked at me and said how 'bout you and me babe, we'll go out

run D C A Bass

after work, I said that sounds good you know our little place we'll leave the kids at grandma's, and go

run D G A D D G A D D

out to the lake. We'll watch the moon rise over the water. We'll say I love you come whatever. We'll say

G A D G A G D

we love being together. You and me forever.

D G A D D G A D D G A

We'll watch the moon rise over the water. We'll say I love you come whatever. We'll say we love being

D G A G D

together. You and Me forever

LOL

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 05:06:40 GMT

West Virginia Ten Commandments

Some people in West Virginia have trouble with all those 'shalls' and 'shall not's' in the Ten commandments. Folks just aren't used to talking in those terms.. So, some folks in West Virginia got together and translated the 'King James' into 'County' language..... no joke, read on...

The Hillbilly's Ten Commandments (posted on the wall at First Baptist Church in Summersville, West Virginia )

(1) Just one God

(2) Put nothin' before God

(3) Watch yer mouth

(4) Git yourself to Sunday meetin'

(5) Honor yer Ma &Pa

(6) No killin'

(7) No foolin' around with another fellow's gal

(8) Don't take what ain't yers

(9) No tellin' tales or gossipin'

(10) Don't be hankerin' for yer buddy's stuff

Now that's kinda plain an' simple, don't yathink?

Beauty and the Beast

Sun, 04 Jan 2009 06:43:18 GMT

What can I say...it was about 7:15AM New Years morning...LOL

New toy works!

Wed, 17 Dec 2008 05:31:23 GMT

     My newest addition to the family has proven to us that she can pull her own weight, and bring home the venison!
     On Saturday evening, December 13, the last evening before the last day of firearms deer season in Kansas, my friend and employer, Jared, embarked on our mission, Operation Shoot Deer Before Season Closes. Jared picked me up at my place in the "Towmator", his Victory Red '08 GMC Sierra SLT crew cab long bed 4X4 duramax, and his '06 Arctic Cat 500 TRV 4-wheeler on the back, and headed for the woods.
   Upon arriving in the field, we donned out blaze orange garments, and our weapons, a 12 GA slug gun for him, and a .308 Win. single shot for me. We parked our hineys in the median of I-Kill Deer308 between Deerbeddingsville, and Deergrazingtown, KS, and waited, looking for any sign of oncoming traffic. As darkness neared, my comrade and myself began to discuss our options. We could wait there 'til dark and see no deer, or be proactive(not the anti-zit stuff), and move toward the suburbs of Deerbeddingsville where we might see some of its residents, and maybe get a shot at one. We crawled. On our hands, guns, and knees, we crawled along the tree and weed line to a place near a wider patch of wheat, where we spotted several does grazing. We basically decided that I should go first, very carefully, and try to get a shot with my rifle since they were at some distance away. While still behind the cover of trees and brush, we both got on all twos(knees), and were deep in a discussion of strategic planning when, out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw something resembling a male whitetailed deer. It took me a second to decide that it actually was one, not a tree, and that he was about 55 yards away standing straight up, and facing precisely towards us, looking very intently at these curious 3 1/2' tall creatures. I uttered some rather surprised words in a whisper to Jared while staring wide-eyed at the buck, after which he joined me in staring. As the deer slowly turned a took several very slow steps to the side in a direction perpendicular to us, Jared urged me that I might administer a sleeping pill. I argued for only a short time before shouldering my rifle with one 10.69 gram sleeping pill, placing the crosshairs over its lungs, and squeezed off the shot. We exchanged high-fives, got the git 'r done deer huntin' machine, and hauled it back to the truck.
     Once at the farm where Jared's parents live, his mom snapped a picture for me, and here it is.

The poor quality of the picture is because it was taken with my cell phone, and not something decent, but you get a rough idea what it was. It was a small 8-point, weighing an estimated 150Lbs., and in very good shape.

     Thank you, Jared, for taking me with you on your hunting ground, and for all the help you gave recovering, and preparing the deer.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Sat, 13 Dec 2008 01:43:36 GMT

New toy!
Harrington and Richardson Ultra Rifle .308 Winchester
Harris 9-13" bipod
Nikon Prostaff 3-9X40MM scope with nikoplex reticle
Burris Signature Zee rings
Butler Creek flip open scope covers
Acraglassed weaver rail
Limbsaver Barrel de-resonator
I also cut about 3/4" or so off of the stock to get a better length of pull for me.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Mon, 20 Oct 2008 22:39:58 GMT

Ladies and gentlemen, it has been a long time since I have updated, or had the computer enabling me to do so after an incident one fateful night involving a glass of water and the late Dell Inspiron laptop. However, since my break in posting, I've developed a special relationship with Samantha. She's really nice and easy to get along with, has a beautiful voice, and every curve is just right. Some say I treat her badly because I keep her in my closet during the day, but when I get home from work I let her out to play and sing. My friends, please welcome the newest addition to my life. My Fender CD-60 acoustic guitar.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Wed, 11 Jun 2008 02:55:20 GMT

Monday morning I walk past mom on the way to the food room, and I hear a rather alarmed and agitated GRANT! I TOLD YOU NOT TO CUT IT THAT SHORT AGAIN!!! After the ringing in my ears subsided, and further insults and degrading comments sounded, I made a comment something like this, "What am I supposed to do about it, take my head off?" Mom: "Well I'd like to right about now!" Tut tut, getting all worked up over something so trivial...that just took 6 months off your life.

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Wed, 07 May 2008 02:54:35 GMT

     Sunday evening Andrew and I were IM'ing each other, and through the course of the conversation, we decided to meet at an early hour of 5:30AM at his place, and together we would march southward to face the thunderous gobblers perched in the lofty limbs of the cottonwood trees he had located Sunday evening. As soon as this decision was made, I hastily taped over the bright white Benelli lettering decals and stock on my Benelli Supernova, grabbed my camo gloves, mask, overalls, shirt, and jacket. Carefully stocking my packs and tieing up loose ends on straps so they wouldn't flap in the wind, I got all my gear ready to grab and run out the door in the morning. Then, I hit the hay.
     5:00 rolled around pretty quickly, and I roused myself, ate a bowl of cereal, threw my stuff in the truck, and met Andrew at his house as he donned his boots, hat, and gloves. Soon Winston, our videographer (who had already filled his turkey tags for the year), showed up, and we hit the woods. Andrew, our host and guide, led the pack followed by myself, with Winston trailing. We quickly made our way along the creek bed while they neighbor's dog kept the arrogant fowl in stitches with its barking. With each rash of foul language from the dog came an equally fowl response with a thunderous gobble or three. We soon came about as close as we thought was safe to set up without being busted. Winston and I set up a hen and jake decoy in a small clearing, while Andrew situated himself behind a fallen log. Once they were set, Winston took cover, and I set up about 4 yards West of Andrew with a view through some limbs to the decoys, and the game was on!
     As the sky slowly lightened, we basked in the crisp, clean air, and the commanding replies of the gobblers every time I let out a few yelps and putts. Soon I saw one, then two, then three turkeys flying down into the alfalfa field across the fence to our right. They strutted and answered to every call, then disappeared behind the trees for a bit. All of a sudden, I spotted them coming right along the fence line 50 yards away. I quickly whispered to Andrew the latest intelligence from the surveillance branch, and he spun the turret and pointed the direction of approach. The two toms came at a trot, then stopped when they saw the decoys in the trees. One strutted wildly while the other merely tagged along seemingly quite comfortable in his own manhood. We watched as they eyed the decoys for a while not wanting to flirt with them enough to hop the fence. I made several soft yelps with my mouth call, causing the strutting tom to stick his head high in the air looking for the source, only to be met with 17/8 oz. of Remington #5 lead shot from Andrew's super full-choked Remington 870 Express magnum 12 GA.(Actually Winston's, but Andrew was using it) The other tom, understandably somewhat alarmed at the loud noise, and mad at his buddy for being such a wuss when it comes to loud noises that he immediately faints, trotted around putting loudly and staring at his wiggling partner and adversary on the ground. At Andrew's urging, I raised the Supernova to my shoulder and lined up with the head of the second turkey, only to realize that in my excitement, I exhaled, and my mask sent the warm air right to my glasses fogging them up nicely. Moving my head slightly to get a good look at the turkey, I saw he was stopped, so I did my best to keep the location and sight of the turkey's head, and shot instinctively where its head was, and squeezed off the shot hoping that I was as good of an instinctive shot as I thought I was. Apparently it worked, because he, too, "fainted" when he heard the bark of the 12 GA Supernova.
     Andrew and I jumped to our feet, high fived each other, and let out a few whoops in celebration. Winston soon joined us, high fived, and began filming again. We recapped the events of the morning, had our own little awkward "professional hunter after successful kill speech," then headed for the truck.
     Thank you Andrew and Nate for inviting me to join you on this awesome hunt, Winston for videoing the hunt, and God for making such cool critters to hunt and the beautiful outdoors to do it in!
     This is my first turkey, and I've already gotten another tag for bird #2! mine had a 9.25" beard and 1 2/8", and 1 1/8" spurs. I used Remington Nitro Turkey 3" #5 shot buffered loads, and they dropped 'em like a ton of bricks at 30-35 yards.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 15:04:35 GMT

This

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Halfway there.

Equals this

And this.

And this.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Tue, 25 Mar 2008 01:35:01 GMT

Today marked a new period of my life, the start of landscaping season! I worked my first day of the season for my boss today in Sterling. The day's work consisted of cutting down and hauling off a very large Bradford Pear tree from a local man's yard, followed by lots of raking and cleaning up of twigs, then planting 2 new red oaks. We spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up and hauling branches at my boss's place still, left from the ice storm.
The main reason for the post is to show you the vehicle that I hauled branches with. This is an inherited dump truck from his parents I believe. This is a 1953 Chevrolet 4100 dump truck that still runs like a top. I think someone should restore it. It's a 4 speed in an H pattern with reverse to the far left and down. It has a foot starter, and has a pull-out knob for the choke and the throttle.