Check out the story at The Rasch Outdoor Chronicles, Albert has discovered a couple of websites stealing content but I believe it is a common occurrence it may even be one of those get rich quick schemes sold on T.V. where you get 1000 websites and sell ads. I wished someone wanted to steal my content. If I was Albert (author of TROC) I would take it as a compliment, but I would still want blood.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
The pressure in my head was unbearable. I took two Goodies powders in hope of taking the edge off although I knew from experience that sinus pressure would not go away completely no matter how many pain killers you take. After a drink of water I refocused on the task at hand reached down and grabbed the rope I had tied off to the doe's front legs and head and continued to drag the corpse up the ridge. I had shot the doe early in the morning and had tracked it all day off the property we had permission to be on, up and down ridges, across creeks within sight of houses and finally into a thicket. The poor creature died for lack of blood not from my accuracy with a bow. I was proud of my tracking prowess but embarrassed by my lack of summer practice with my compound bow. It was now afternoon and I strangely felt like a fugitive sneaking back across enemy lines. I don't think anyone would have said anything to me except for the sportsman's club who leased the neighboring property , which I had to cross to retrieve the deer. At this point I would have given any thing to have found someone earlier to ask for permission to cross the private land but I had always figured I would find the deer over the next rise and be gone in a flash. I picked up the pace pulling the deer which seemed to increase in size with every step. I had made it back to the sacred ground of the land I had permission to hunt covered in sweat and wanting to lay down. It was that moment when I heard my father's voice over the two-way radio saying. Hey Gabe, Bill and I have two deer down and need you to come drag them to the truck. I thought Dekalb County is a great place to hunt if you don't mind dragging deer.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
One of my daughter's friends recently had a Pony Party for her birthday. It was a huge success, my daughter has talked about it every day since going. I may have to drop the coin for her birthday next year. If you are in the Knoxville, Tennessee area you should check them out. They have a website check it out here.
Posted by R. Gabe Davis at 6/13/2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
My father relocated a few years ago to a new home. The best thing about his new place is a small pond next door. This pond is easy to walk around and full of stunted overpopulated bluegill. This is an ideal place for my 6 year old son to hone his casting skills before moving to more treacherous waters. Nothing fills my heart with more happiness than my son saying "Can we go to Big Papaw's and fish!" instead of wanting to play video games or watching mindless T.V. After watching my son catch a few small fish I realized it wasn't just fishing that made all of this seem so enjoyable. It was the fact we were outside in the real world doing real things that are cool to any 6 year old boy and even cooler to an outdoor loving daddy. My son and I didn't watch an adventure unfold on the T.V. screen, we went out and had one. I encourage all to do the same. Your pal the Envirocapitalist....and Son.
Interacting with youngsters who are interested (Scouts) in the outdoors made me want to share. So the Envircapitalist is back in business. Lets face it writing about myself and the outdoors makes me as happy as seeing rainbows. By the way the one pictured above followed Tornadoes that tore through my East Tennessee Homeland. No one was injured.