October 2017

2002 Elk Hunt – Part 4

Fifteen years ago I kept a journal on the last elk hunt I took with my son, Andy.  I’ve been sharing it with my readers, not just as a way to commemorate one of the…


2002 Elk Hunt – Part 3

This is the continuing narrative of my last Colorado elk hunt with my son, Andy, fifteen years ago.  In this installment we experience some season-opening excitement. —————————————— 10-12-2002    Saturday    Opening day! What a day!  We…


2002 Elk Hunt – Part 2

PLEASE SUBSCRIBE AT THE UPPER RIGHT.  IT’S FREE! You will ONLY receive notifications when I post new entries to my blog.   This is the continuing saga of a Colorado elk hunt I took 15 years ago…


2002 Elk Hunt – Part 1

  Fifteen years ago this month, I took one of my sons to Colorado on an elk hunt.  I had taken three of them (J.B., Travis, and Andy) separately and in groups of two at…


PC BS

I was speaking to one of my daughters-in-law a few weeks back.  She told me about a conversation she had with my granddaughter’s daycare provider. The provider had accosted my daughter-in-law when she got there…


Deer Hunting 2017, Part 1?

I ran into a long-time friend at church last week.  We did the whole hugging, “how are you?”, “we need to get together sometime,” thing, before going back to our seats to listen to the…


Of Harvey and Harassment

There is much in the news right now about the alleged sexual misconduct of Harvey Weinstein. Just in case any of my readers has been blissfully ignorant of the Weinstein fiasco up until now; I’m…


Pay(den) Day

On Friday, October 6, 2017, a new member joined our family.  Payden Phoenix Matthews was born at 5:23 p.m.  He weighed 8 pounds, 13.5 ounces, and measured 21 inches in length.  According to his dad,…


Awards and Howdys

This post is to welcome new readers who may have been attracted by my recent appearance in the Delta News-Citizen. Welcome friends! —————————— It’s possible that some of my new readers were regulars of my…


A Prison of Your Own Creation

I pulled into the driveway a few weeks back, lost in thought, as usual.  Steeling myself for the expected onslaught of hounds, I instead noted Sampson, our big yellow lab mix, running away from, instead…