Monday, December 28, 2009

You'll shoot your eye out kid!

I got my son a Daisy 105 Buck BB gun for Christmas and he is almost as happy as I am about it.  he had shot at Cub Scout ranges before and at Big Papaw's house but now he has his own gun. While I don't know if he will ever have the sort of  obsession I have with putting meat on the dinner table he does enjoy shooting guns.  We set up a range in the yard today and shot for about an hour. That is what I call quality father and son time.  Being outside teaching my son about useful things such as marksmanship and safety and knowing he is enjoying it more than any silly video game fills my heart with love and my mind with hope for the future.
Happy New Year from the Envirocapitalist.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Merry Christmas

The wife and kids are the only reason I am not a hermit. My heart cannot survive without them, so I spend more time with the PTA (parent teacher association) than with the TWRA (Tennessee Wildlife Resource Agency) and I am the luckiest man in the world for it. God Bless you all.
Your pal the Envirocapitalist

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Roastless Doe?

It felt more like early October in Dekalb Co. Tennessee instead of late November as I settled into a dog house blind. I had chosen this set up because it was so warm that I would be wearing a t-shirt and the cedar thicket I was hunting had no trees to climb. I was hid so well by the blind that a doe approached on the old game trail to 35 yards before I dropped her with my Knight Wolverine muzzle loader. All I could think about as I dressed her in the late morning sun was, I can't wait to eat one on my wife's wonderful deer roasts.
On the way home my father (Big Papaw) was wondering how I planned to cut the deer up and make it to work in time after our five hour drive home. I told him I planned to quarter it up and pack it into a big cooler  until I had time to finish processing it. My father is getting soft in his old age and said he didn't want me to have to stay up late. He knew I never took deer to processors because I did not want to pay for something I could do my self (I am cheap).  He said " let's stop at J.O. Adams and I will pay to cut it up.  I thought its free and on the way (Adam's place is in Claxton) I might as well let him do it.
It was only four days  til I could pick up the meat and the cost to my kindly father was only fifty dollars. I showed up and got the bags full of meat and went home only to realize that my bags held no roasts. I called Mr. Adams and he assured me he would make it right by cutting me roasts off some other deer, but I have yet to hear back from him in 3 weeks. So the moral of my story is..... "Don't let another man handle your will always regret it later".