WOW it's been awhile!

I never thought that it would be hard to come up with things to write about, afterall I have lots of opinions and thoughts about lots of stuff, right. Yet, for almost a month and a half I have been M.I.A. here in my little blog world. I go through the days and think who wants to know about stuff like that... And this morning I sit here realizing that there has been alot happen in the past several weeks so let me update you on some of the happenings.

The first Duck hunting season I failed to bring home any trophys, But I did find a few promising spots to hunt this season that just recently started. So hopefully that will be something to talk about for the next six weeks (other than the upcoming Christmas holiday.)

I believe I mentioned to you all before about the religious season of deer hunting here in the state of West Virginia. Well I did my duties as a man of this state (to go out with the guys and try to bring home one of these monsters that are hiding in the woods.) Notice that I said try... Thanksgiving day, my brother made it in to hunt so, I had to go hunt with my brother, right. (Beautiful Wife has alot more about T-day on her blog so I'll spare you hearing the details with all that agian.) We gathered together at about 5:30a.m. at AJ's (my brother) in-laws house, so we could hunt there. We got a plan together (who was going where and what time we would meet back at the house) afterall we all had to be somewhere for a dinner to. Doug (AJ's father-in-law) and I went out to this place he calls "the log". Doug talks about this log as if there is no better place in the world to hunt. Doug has told me many stories of the deer killed in that one spot, but I have hunted that spot with doug a few times now have not seen a trace of a deer there yet. The same went for that morning, as we ended our morning hunt and came up with a plan for what time we were going to meet up again we seperated ways for our dinner.

That afternoon we all met up again, with the addition of my son, Damon, who insisted he wanted to go deer hunting. That afternoon Damon and I went out to the pine thickit where we sat, hiding behind a fallen tree from the spring. We watched for about 2 hours before 2 does (female deer-for those who don't know) popped up over the hill, we watched them for about 10 minutes but could not get a good shot on either one before they went back over the hill. We sat there for about another 20 minutes, Damon wanting to go back to the house now, and suddenly 2 more deer come up. We watched and waited patiently, finally one comes out to a clear spot, now Damon is getting all excited because he sees me pull the gun up. I get this nice size deer in the cross hairs of my scope and realize that it is a buck (now I have to mention at this point I have this dissease I call buckitis, in about 20 years of hunting, I have never killed one of these horned monsters). So I go through the steps in my head, take a deep breath, hold steady, clear shot, safety off, and... BANG!!! Now somewhere between safety off and bang is where it all went wrong. I was holding on the center of the front shoulders making sure I was not going to miss this oportunity to get rid of my dissease, and yet I shoot right behind the rumpuss of this buck. So after going over just to make sure that there wasn't any blood or hair Damon and I headed for the house.

I'll be here at home almost all day today, just maybe I'll make it back for another before the day is up! There is a few more things to tell you about.

(I figure that I should point out that the pictures on this post are not of what I actually saw.)

Duck's on the Brain...

It's that time of year again...Duck season!


I grew up in West Virginia, where dear hunting is not a hobby but a religion. I too was one that every year went out in search of these four legged car wreckers, but a few years ago I was introduced to DUCK HUNTING!

In these few years that I have been into it, I am finding that I am obsessed with these ducks and one in particular...the Wood Duck! That is the picture you see above. They are absolutely amazing to watch in the wild. In the past week I've been able to watch 4 of them flying back and forth across the banks here on the Ohio River. When I first found out about this spectacular duck, I set my goal to get my first Wood Duck mounted.


So far Beautiful Wife does not have to look at any mounted ducks in the house but someday I will have that winged rainbow on my wall.

So Where Have I Been?

Right here...that's right, I have been here around the house and of course at work. With my two jobs and what chores I have attemped around the house I haven't exactly felt much like writing on here lately.

I've been in a writers slump I guess cause I've been thinking about what to write or how to write about nothing. I still can't figure out how to write about my days of just normal routine, nothing exciting at all.

It is finally here. I've been thinking and waiting for this all year. Duck season starts in just a few days so hopefully I will have some stories by the time the week is up. The season for ducks starts Oct. 1 and ends the 11th. Beautiful Wife , the kids and I are going to visit Grampy in Georgia, so I'm going to miss the last part of the season but as long as my wife doesn't get too frustrated with me I'm going to hunt as many days as possible before we go. By the way Canadian Goose season will be in when we return from our trip so there should be lots to talk about in the approaching month.

I'm gonna go for now wish me luck for the upcoming season so that maybe there will be some new content to read about. Maybe something will inspire me while I'm hunting.

Dad Sheds a Tear...

That is right, I had a tear rolling down my face yesterday. Now I better tell the story...right!

Yesterday we (the family) went out to get school stuff for the kids (Damon and Avery). While we were there, I figured it was time to let the kids have a treat since I've been working so much. Avery and I were walking through the mall and I see the Piercing Pagoda. I have always wanted her to be able to get her ears pierced (I think it is very cute.) But Erin has always said not til Avery gets older. Anyway I asked Avery if she would like to get her ears pierced and she excitedly responded YES. After a discussion with Erin, Avery convinced her Mom that she was ready and wanted them pierced. We went through the paperwork and Avery picked out her first set of earrings (little pink ones to be exact.)

I was as excited as Avery up to this point; then Avery ran around the counter and hopped up in this chair, for the piercing. Suddenly, mean 'ole Dad was not so sure this was a good idea (but as a man I held all that back.) Avery was ready and smiling right until the triggers were pulled and that is about the time I lost it too. Seeing my baby girl hurt was awful and to think that I am the one who brought this idea up made it even worse. Erin scooped Avery up as soon as she was done (Avery was a trooper not one tear until she was in Mommy's arms.) I had to get myself together quickly, so I wiped away a tear as Erin handed Avery to me. We showed Avery her ears in the mirror and she was back to smiling and happy just like that.


Today, a day later Avery loves her new fashionable ears, and I will say that they are adorable. I'm just glad it is over and she doesn't hate me for it today.

Avery you are a trooper and I'm glad you like your newest fashion! I love you Monkey Sue!

Long Time No Type...

I'm not even sure how to start this post...I'm having writers block! It has been a couple of weeks since I last posted, but I have been extemely busy.

I started a part-time job a couple of weeks ago, as a bartender/bouncer at a local club. So now I work 5 days a week (and try to get the overtime on Saturday too), and then normally I only work a few days at the club. The past week has been crazy...One of the bartenders has been on vacation, so I'm covering his shifts which means it is 7 days a week until he returns.

Anyway instead of rambling on about nothing I'll close with yet another yawn and try to get some rest so I can work again in a little while. Once I get some sleep and my brain is able to function properly again, I will start posting regularly again. So for you dedicated readers please bare with me.

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles...

Throughout my life vehicles have been a big influence to me (I have a passion for cars, trucks, boats, and even motorcycles and atv's (some of them anyway)! This is a part of my life that I'm sure my parents have to this day wished that I never would have encountered.

Instead of going through and telling you every vehicle that I've driven or even owned; I'm going to tell a few stories that stick out in my head about some of them.

Let me start out by saying that the show "Dukes of Hazard", has always been my favorite. Even though I know that the things done in vehicles on TV are not real (most of them are all stunts and rigged vehicles), there has always been the question in my mind...I wonder if I could do that?

On my first attemp of something wild and crazy, I found out very quickly how much I loved an adrenaline rush. It was the backing up slamming on the brakes while turning and sliding the front end around and getting into a forward gear and going, without ever coming to a stop. On the first attemp of this, it was a success . I felt invincable and truely thought that I was born to do this stuff. (If my parents had ever known what thoughts went through my head before I even went to get in the car I'm sure the keys would never made into my hand in the first place, so naturally I never told them about any of these things). By the way this was done in my first car, a 1984 4-cyl., front wheel drive, 2-door, Oldsmobile Cutlass Cierra-Holiday Edition. This was our family car until I turned 16. This car went on to survive many different airborne successes. I even took it 4-wheelin' once. The last of this car was not a stunt or even an attemp. I couldn't get the thing stopped at a stop sign one day and...CRASH right into a 1972 Chevrolet Nova (not a good story so I'll spare that one for now, I was on my way to my cousin's wedding). This picture is a 1986, but you get the idea.


Speed! I love it! The rush is awesome, not far from where we lived there was this straight away about a mile long and if entered correctly a speed of about 150 was possible in a verrietty of factory vehicles (this was one of the first tests I had to give every vehicle that I got in my hands).

My thought was that, the faster the car would go in that spot...the better the car was. If a vehicle had been altered or modified the occasional 160 or so was possible (that was by far the best)!

There were also many trucks, and all of them had tastes of the mud at "Wetstone" (good and bad experiences, I'll save a bad one for another day). This place has so many memories in my head that I could never type them all. But I was browsing around earlier and technolgy has come so far that I found some footage of this wonderful place on "the world wide web". Now the parts that are not shown is the calm evenings and the campouts (the music, and lots of stuff that I should not have been doing back then). If memory serves me correctly Brad Paisley was even in there one year, way before he made it in the music industry!

There were many things that I did to get an adreniline rush. Even now I look for things that won't get me in any trouble. So for you parents that have a teen driving think back to this post before you hand them the keys. I know what is coming from my children when they get older and believe me, they are gonna have it rough, thanks to "Evil Dad's" past.

Blog Crisis...

When I started this blog I was driving a big truck in three states and covered 500 miles a day. Now I drive a beer truck (it feels like driving a mini van compared to the big truck). I stay in the town that I live in and only work 8 and a half hours a day (compared to the 90 or so that I was working before). LIFE IS GOOD.

The problem that I'm running into is that I don't really have alot to tell everyone about. I tried to pay more attention to my surroundings over the past two weeks, but nothing. So again I'm back to the thought of what do you blog about. My wife can make posts about little things, big things, and even nothing. While I sit back and try to come up with something, with little luck.

So my attemp this weekend is to find something or think of a story from the past (hopefully I can think of one that won't give my loving mother a heart attack when she reads it).