“Remember the most valuable antiques are dear old friends.” – H. Jackson Brown Jr
I thought the above quote was quite appropriate however I can’t speak for David and Mark. In the movie Wild Hogs four middle aged men hit the road for adventure on motorcycles. So I guess for three guys hitting the open river for 7 days in kayaks and canoe, I guess we would be called the Wild Yaks. Hopefully we wont hear banjos.
Some months back I had mentioned to them that I was going to do a seven day float on the river and they thought it was such a great idea that they wanted in, so on Saturday the Geritol Crew will begin a seven day journey down the beautiful Big River. I guess we should call it the Rice Krispies float because every time we get out of the boats you can hear snap, crackle, pop.
I hate to say it but this float trip was brought together by Facebook. Mark, David and I graduated together and were reunited by Facebook. I will let you know how many bottles of Geritol we go through. Instead of butcher, baker and Indian Chief we have, retired teacher, bails bondsman and semi-retired horseshoer. What a combination. Well with three wild sixty-three year old men unsupervised on the river, I think the bails bondsman will be most beneficial. I just hope I don’t overdose on Geritol.
I have our trip planned to cover around 6 to 8 miles a day. I hope we reach Cherokee Landing by Monday evening. Our final destination is going to be Washington State Park south of De Soto, MO. I figure it is about a forty-five mile float. I hope to get lots of pics and fish. My wish is to some day float the whole Big River and Bourbeuse River.
“Friends…they cherish one another’s hopes. They are kind to one another’s dreams.” – Henry David Thoreau
As our time draws closer my mind wanders back to the times in school when life was so much simpler. Then my mind rockets back to the present making me realize how much different things are today. We all seem to have a little more snow on the roof. Our step doesn’t have as much spring in it as it used to have. I know some mornings I get up and notice that the “git” in my “git along” all ready got up and left without me. Our friendship has endured a long time. I am looking forward to taking a trip down memory lane this weekend, going back to a time when you all climbed into one car and dumped all your change out to get enough gas in the car to ride around all night. Life was good.
Thank you for reading my blog. I hope you enjoyed it. Be kind to one another and share the love. Don’t squat with your spurs on and God Bless you one and all.
“One of the most sincere forms of respect is actually listening to what another has to say.” -Bryant H McGill
Respect is a way of treating or thinking about someone or something. A person can show it by being polite, taking your hat off, standing or just agreeing to disagree and move on. Just last year some football players decided not to show their respect and knelt for the National Anthem. Freedom of Speech?
“Treat people the way you want to be treated. Talk to people the way you want to be talked to. Respect is earned not given.” – Hussein Nishah
News Flash: You don’t have to like someone to respect them. I think there are a lot of people out there who really have a problem grasping this concept. There are people who are nothing but egotistical, arseholes. I had some teachers and bosses that fell into that category but I respected them because they were good at their jobs.
Opinions are like arseholes, everyone has one. Social media seems to be an avenue where people like to voice their opinions. There is a certain group out there that believe their opinion is the only true one. They believe it so much that they won’t even give your opinion any respect, listen to it or even acknowledge it. I don’t believe I have seen so much arguing over a sitting President in my life. Folks let us quit acting like a bunch of high school kids. It isn’t worth it. Let it go. There has been times I didn’t heed my own advice and it solved nothing and just caused hard feelings. All it does is bring negativity into your world. The main stream news media is all ready doing a great job of sewing the seeds of hate and discontent we don’t need to be doing it too.
The protesters that block the highways are the ones that blow me away. They want me to respect their right to protest but they won’t respect my right to use that highway. Really? Did they ever stop to think that someone in that traffic could have a medical emergency, might be a doctor called into the hospital to save someone’s life, etc., so senseless. Look at the Ferguson riots. They couldn’t show respect to the businesses that served their community. Protesters burned them to the ground demanding respect for their cause.
Parents used to respect teachers. Some of the things I have heard from people mostly go like this, “I think the teacher has it out for Johnny”, the teacher just doesn’t understand my child, etc.. Pretty much the norm of the times. One of my clients was livid because a teacher took her daughter’s cell phone from her for texting while taking a test.
Bottom line is parents need to teach their children respect. We need to start getting along together. Thanks for reading. Be kind to one another, share the love and don’t squat with your spurs on.
“Words are singularly the most powerful available to humanity. We can choose to use this force constructively with words of encouragement, or destructively using words of despair. Words have energy and power with the ability to help, to heal, to hinder, to hurt, to harm, to humiliate and to humble.” – Yehunda Berg
What the world needs now is love sweet love……How many of you remember this song from 1965? What does the world need now? Compassion, understanding, love, peace, more happiness, less hate? What does the world need now?
As I lay in my tent in the early morning hours I could hear the thunder created by the approaching storms. It wasn’t long before the accompanying lightning started illuminating my tent. It sounded so angry. I imagined it was fed up with the human race and that it was here to unleash its rain to cleanse the earth of hate, racism, murder etc..
I think that people need to learn how powerful words can be. They can cut like a knife or sooth one’s pain. If you call your child an idiot or stupid you sure aren’t helping that child’s self esteem. If you want them to succeed use words of encouragement. If you are a bitter person then keep it at bay when you are with your children and friends. Don’t poison them with your bitterness. Learn to be pleasant. As I have grown older I have started heeding the words of my paternal grandmother, “If you can’t say something nice about someone then don’t say anything.”
“If we lose love and self respect for each other. this is how we finally die.” – Maya Angelou
Respect seems pretty hard to find anymore also. I hardly ever hear children say yes sir/ma’am or no sir sir/ma’am. You go to a restaurant and children are up and running around while the parents sit there completely oblivious of what is happening. Parents please, there are other patrons in there eating, make your children behave. I remember one time at a Dennys a child about 5 or 6 ran right in to the server and caused her to drop a whole tray of food. Parents didn’t say a word. Respect those around you, it goes along way. The big area today that is lacking respect is opinions. Every individual is entitled to their opinion whether you agree with it or not and the right thing to do is to respect that person’s opinion. We seem to have a group of people today that think you should respect their opinion but it will be a cold day in hell before they will respect yours because in their mind you are wrong and that is that.
Common Sense is not so common anymore. Just yesterday an elected governor made the statement that 93 million people die form gun violence. Really? Common sense has left the building. Americans are holding grudges against each other because of the election. Families have been splintered and divided. Again, really? Why? Common sense tells you friends and family will be there to help you before some politician will. Common sense tells you guns don’t kill people. People do and they have to be carrying an awful lot of hate in their heart to do it.
In this country we seem to be in a downward spiral that is rapidly becoming faster. What can be done to stop it, learn to love one another and get along. Stop fighting with each other. Why is it so important to be right and someone has to be wrong?
Thanks for reading, Share the love, be kind to each other and don’t squat with your spurs on. God Bless you one and all.
“Success depends upon previous preparation, and without such preparation there is sure to be failure.” – Confucius
Preparation – Something done to get ready for an event or undertaking. I have always believed that success will never happen without preparation. I know, I hear all the groans out there. Yeah there have been those times that I have succeeded without preparing but I am here to tell ya that a blind hog will find an acorn every now and then.
Two friends of mine from high school and I are going to do a 7 day float on the Big River. We are going to camp on sandbars and all three of us are over 60. I am a firm believer in being prepared, especially for an event like this. I bought a one man tent, summer sleeping bag and a few other things for the trip and I want to know they will perform well for me. Tonight we were supposed to get some heavy rain and storms so I wanted to see how the tent is going to hold up in this situation soooooooo, I am camping in the backyard tonight. I started the fire with what ever materials I could find and used the old trusty ax and steel. I have had people laugh at me for doing this but the way I see it is if I NEED to start a fire to be able to survive I want to know I can do it and the only way to have enough confidence in yourself to get it done, is by being prepared for anything.
I guess I am to the point of being a fanatic because I have been known to take off into the woods when it is raining cats and dogs and I see if I can start a fire. I am not batting a thousand I can tell you that much. I do feel confident in surviving if anything major happens. I really feel that confidence is a major part of success and you gain confidence as you prepare. For example, as you were flying over the Rockies the jet engines fail and you crash land in the mountains. No one has any idea how to start a fire. You think, well I have read about it but never done it. I don’t care who you are, you are going to fail unless the good Lord has decided to make you the survivors savior. Now let us think about this scenario, your plane has crashed and you have discovered that you are the only one that has any idea on how to start a fire. You think to yourself, well I have started over 40 fires in various conditions, I got this, Prepared=Confidence.
There was a time when our children were prepared for life. Then some know it all came up with this idea that we shouldn’t spank our children and that everyone is a winner, no losers and everyone gets a trophy. Really? This is ok I guess if we lived in a perfect world but for those of you who think we do pardon me as I slap you. We don’t live in a perfect world so it behooves you to realize that some day you will fail and you will lose, so put on your big boy/girl panties and suck it up buttercup. It is part of life’s learning cycle. Now for those of you who think I might have been a little harsh here all I can tell you is that I care about people and I want to see them succeed. I want to help them and you can’t do that by telling them no one loses.
This will be home for tonight. They are calling for storms but it doesn’t look like it is going to happen. I really want to see how it fairs in the storms. It is going to be my home for 6 nights and I want to be sure it will perform to what I need it to do, Maybe tomorrow night.
Thanks for reading. It is very much appreciated. Remember to be kind to one another, share the love and don’t squat with your spurs on.
“Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.” – Bob Dylan
During Memorial Day weekend I headed to Lafe, Arkansas for the yearly family reunion. Driving south on 67 was a real treat. It has been quite a while since I had made that trip. As I traveled down the highway my memory drifted back to when I was a child and we use to make that trip as a family. I could hear my sister saying, “mom Wayne touched me” or “mom Wayne is sitting too close to me”.
After some time I came upon a place in the road that really stirred memories inside of me. My grandpa had got me a pup and helped me get it in the car. I named the pup Penny. We made it about an hour up the road before Penny began to whine. It didn’t sit well with my dad, no siree.
My grandparents lived in this house for as long as I can remember. When I was a yung -un I thought that house was so big. After I became an adult I realized it wasn’t as big as I thought it was. One of the things I remember is that when we had family get togethers my grandma would put the desserts on her bed just outside the kitchen door. We called it the “dessert bed”. We had a well on the porch that we pulled water up in a well bucket. All the kids got together and drilled them a well in 1970. They now had running water. Then in 1973 my uncle and I put an inside bathroom in for them, That summer my grandma refused to use it because in her words it was too pretty to mess up. That winter when the temps dropped and the snow flew grandma decided it wasn’t as pretty as she thought because she began using it.
My grandpa had 3 ponds on the place. I remember one day while fishing with two of my cousins and my cousin Billy Jean hooked my cousin Clois’s eye lid. Man my cousin could scream. My grandma had an old root cellar off the back porch where she kept the food she canned.
As I stood there looking at the front door my mind was drawn back into time remembering all the warm times we enjoyed in their home. The front porch used to be screened in and there was a porch swing on each end. They had a wood stove for heat so we slept in feather beds with so many covers on you, it was almost impossible to turn over. As I stood there I could smell the coffee and bacon like it was real. When I was young these smells woke me up and I would run to the wood stove to try and get warm. Oh the memories. I could go on for ever.
In closing I would like to mention that my ancestors fought on the side of the South. My great grandfather’s name was Robert E Lee White. That should suffice as to which side my family supported. Since the new mayor of St. Louis is removing a confederate statue I will never spend any money in the city. The mayor can believe that the Civil War was about slavery. I remind her that over 200,000 African Americans fought on the side of the Confederates. I would also like to remind her how racist the American flag is to the Native Americans. It is a symbol of lies, murder and of the people who took their land away from them.
Thanks for reading my blog. I hope you enjoyed reading it. Be kind to one another, share the love and don’t squat with your spurs on.
My story starts on Friday, June 2, 2017. David Tripp, Mark Nelson and myself are planning a week long float on the Big River the last week in June. This float was a preview of our planned float.
I put in on the Bourbeuse around 5 pm on June 2, planning to have a great weekend. Friday night went pretty well. I set out 10 limb lines and baited them for catfish. I set up camp on a gravel bar and then went on up river and tight line fished. I caught some nice cat and drum that night. The river was falling and very muddy so I was a little surprised that I caught anything at all. I did catch 2 channel cat on the limb lines. I ran the limb lines at 11 pm and 3 am then daybreak. I heated up some beans and weenies for breakfast about 4 am Saturday morning.
Saturday was like any other day on the river. I spent it bass fishing and fishing for pan fish. About dark I began baiting the limb lines that I had out, When all the lines were baited I headed to my spot that I tight line fished at night.
Dawn came and my fish basket had 6 nice channels in it that I had caught. I started working my way back down river, bass fishing as I went. I managed to get hung up and losing my hook so I tied a new one on. I had been pulled into the shallow water and instead of paddling back up and securing everything before I started through the swift water i made a bad decision to just go ahead and shoot the shallow fast water.
I had been through this spot 4 times since Friday. Water was really swift so away I went. Then all of a sudden the yak hits something, comes to a stop then the rushing water hit it in the rear, forced it side ways and over I went. I was flung head first into the water then the swift water carried me to the end of the shallow into a deep hole. The current surrounding the hole began to push me to the bottom. The water was so muddy I couldn’t see anything. I don’t know how long I had been in the river but my lungs began to hurt so i knew I had to make a decision so I relaxed and let my life jacket do its job and sure enough it started pulling me to the top so I immediately began helping it. When I broke the top I was gasping for breath,
I looked around and I saw the yak and it was heading down river pretty fast so I headed for it. Once I snagged it I had to swim it about 40 yards to the bank. Now if you have ever lifted a ten foot kayak full of water you realize at this point that Preparation H is really man’s best friend. I finally got everything rounded up and I just crashed on a gravel bar as what just happened started sinking into my mind.
I want to thank you for reading my blog. Just a reminder about safety and how important it is. Please wear your life jacket when you are on the river. Be kind to one another, Share the love and don’t squat with your spurs on. God Bless you one and all.
“The purpose of human life is to serve, and to show compassion and the will to help others.” – Albert Schweitzer
The other night while I was responding to a post on the attack in the UK, I used the word “they” and I had some fanatic climb all over me and accuse me of being a bigot. I asked for an explanation and his response was come on, you were referring to Muslims. I told him I was referring to ISIS but didn’t name them because no one had taken credit yet. He says yeah right, cut the BS and just admit that you were referring to Muslims. This man did not even know me and was putting words in my mouth. He had to have issues to be that adamant that I meant Muslims when I told him I didn’t. It shall remain a mystery to me.
A friend and I had been talking about the shortage of compassion in our world today. We had a discussion about how did we get here and where are we headed. After the conversation with the rude gentleman, I got to thinking about the conversation between my friend and I and it occurred to me that people like this are helping make compassion a thing of the past. This man was so rude, a person would find it very hard to show him any compassion.
In 2013 there were 664,435 legal induced abortions in the US. We are talking human lives. That is over 1800 fetuses ripped daily from the wombs of their mothers. I am in no way judging the people having the abortion because I feel it is their right, however 1800 a day? Where is the compassion? People in this country get more fired up over horse slaughter than they do abortions. Our society has more compassion for animal lives than human. How has this happened?
Compassion – sympathetic consciousness of others’ distress together with a desire to alleviate it. – Merriam Webster
Our own congress has no compassion for our war veterans. They gut their benefits then give money to refugees entering this country who have it better than our own veterans. That is just wrong on so many levels. Even John McCain, former POW, doesn’t seem to have any compassion for our veterans. Ten years ago Americans were very compassionate about our flag and our National Anthem. I went to a rodeo tonight and I was saddened by the number of people who didn’t remove their hats and those that didn’t stand when a rider brought “Old Glory” into the arena. I know they have that right but ten years ago it would have been 100% participation. Why so much change all of a sudden? Where are we headed?
Is the US destined to become a passionless country? Our government wants to bring refugees into the country as our homeless veterans live in the streets along with other homeless people. We have citizens at this moment that are so passionate about who they thought should be president that it is coming between friends and family. Sad thing is that neither side has enough compassion to initiate a bill forcing them to put money back in social security that they stole and keep the government from using it for anything else. Murder statistics show us that every year our citizenry loses a little more compassion for human life every year. When it comes to our elderly it seems compassion has left the building. Financial crimes against the elderly seems to escalate every year.
I could go on but I think you know what I am saying. Every year compassion becomes more and more an emotion of the past. A relic. Lost and forgotten. I don’t know what your thoughts are I am afraid of what lies ahead for this great nation. It seems that we have all kinds of compassion for the people of other countries but none for the people of the United States like the veterans and elderly. Things have to change in this country and soon but it is going to take ‘us the people” to do it.
Thank you for reading. Remember, don’t squat with your spurs on, share the love and be kind to one another, God Bless you one and all.
“To be prepared is half the victory.” – Miguel de Cervantes
Prepper : noun/North American A person who believes a catastrophic disaster or emergency is likely to occur in the future and makes active preparations for it typically by stockpiling food, ammunition, and other supplies.
I know that there are those of you who think we are crazy. Personally I think it is the difference between eating and starving. It is no different than having a savings account set aside for an emergency that might arise. The mainstream media has given the term “prepping” a bad name. They tend to make us out to be lunatics wearing tin foil hats, Doomsday idiots and other things. There are different types of prepping dependent on what one is trying to accomplish and an estimated three million participants in the US.
I was pretty much raised a country boy. Learned to hunt, plant garden, fish and how to cook and can. In the spring we would head into the woods looking for polk. We would pick blackberries, dewberries, mulberries, muscadines and gooseberries and my mom would make jelly from them. My grandparents and parents were preppers. They didn’t know that they were and neither did I. Every year they put out a big garden and canned what could be canned. I remember us getting together and canning sausage one year. That was quite a learning experience. My Grandma White canned a lot of meat including fish. She had a root cellar where she kept what she canned, onions to dry, potatoes and herbs.
My mom canned a lot also. Some years she would can up to 100 pints of green beans. She canned beets, cucumbers, peppers, tomatoes, salsa, etc.. My mom had shelves in the basement where she stored the stuff she canned. I can’t remember a year she didn’t do any canning.
I don’t know how you feel about preppers. There are those that like them and others that think their elevator doesn’t go all the way to the top. We aren’t hurting anyone. I have seen some people who seem to be afraid of us. Why?, I don’t know.
I prep because I live close to the New Madrid fault in Missouri. In 63 years I have also been in 3 tornadoes. In one of them I was without power for 10 days and during the day the high temps were in the upper 90s. I have seen many different scenarios of what life would be like here in this area if an earthquake occurred along the New Madrid fault and none of them were very promising. It would be devastating and would tax the local food suppliers. Think about it. They call for a snowstorm and bread and milk are cleaned out of the local stores in a matter of minutes.
I realize prepping isn’t for everyone but I will be a prepper until the day I die. Thanks for reading my blog. Means a lot. Be kind to one another. Share the love and remember, don’t squat with your spurs on. God Bless you one and all.
” I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.” – Vincent Van Gogh
Rain was out of the forecast for a few days so I thought I better take advantage of it so I headed for the river. I got on the river around 5 am looking for a relaxing night. I planned to set out 10 limb lines and do a little tight line fishing and naturally some bass fishing.
As I paddled up river to my turn around point, looking as I went for a place to set up camp. I don’t require much, just a place to build a fire and a place to beach the yak. I had two places in mind. As I worked my way up river I set my limb lines and would come back at dusk and bait them.
Bad news was that the river was dropping and that was going to hurt the fishing. I had a whole arsenal to throw at them and was hoping I could figure out the right combination. Didn’t take too long for them to let me know they apparently didn’t like my menu. All night fishing and all I caught that night was a channel catfish around 4:30 am.
Camp was a sand/gravel bar. I was tight line fishing off the bar. This is where I caught the channel cat. I only had one other bite. The temps had dropped into the upper 40s and it was a little brisk so I got a fire going. Now I am here to tell ya, it is hard to get a fire going with wet wood and a magnesium fire starter. McGyver would have been proud of me. I sat there in front of the fire listening to the crickets and the bull frogs. Then the yotes joined in. They gave quite the concert. I even had six of the yotes appear on the ground above where I had built the fire. I named them the showmen. They put on quite a show, yipping, barking and growling. They finally disappeared into the woods and I was alone once again on the river bank.
It had been some time since the yotes had visited me when I looked down the river toward a bend below where I was and I noticed the moon beams creeping into the darkness. As the moon rose higher and lit more of the river up the “ghost dance” began. As the moon light reaches out into the darkness and lights the river, one can see the fog lifting off to the sky. I call it the “ghost dance” because when I see it happening I think it looks like ghosts dancing as they are lifted into the heavens.
The sun began its ascent in the eastern sky and signaled that a new day had begun. I cleaned up camp and secured all trash in the yak and I shoved off. I started running the limb lines down river from camp and would work my way back up river. Nothing on any of the lines and a lot of them still had bait left. Oh well better luck next time.
On the way back down the river I managed to catch an eleven and a half inch smallmouth and Saturday evening I caught a 13 inch largemouth. My time on the river was coming to a close. I felt sadness in my heart but I also felt excitement caused by wondering what adventure would the river bring me next time.
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed my adventure. Be kind to one another, share the love and don’t squat with your spurs on. God Bless you one and all
“Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.” – Roger Miller
Wow, what a night on the river. I knew that rain was in the forecast. I knew they said some storms could be severe. Did I let that stop me? Noooooooooooo. Instead I load the kayak and my fishing gear and off to the river I go. My grandpa’s response to my decision would have been,”Boy, all I have to say is you don’t have the sense God gave a turnip.” I recall the first time I heard that. I remember thinking, I never knew a turnip had any sense.
I finally get to the river and the sky doesn’t look to awful bad so I back down to unload. Well one of those people who think they are someone special and their poo poo don’t stink, you know the type, has parked where we put the yaks in. I can still get my yak in the water but it is 10 times as hard. All of this just because this snowflake doesn’t think rules apply to him, He is someone special (said as sarcastic as I can) don’t you know. Then, then, as I am about to shove off he walks up to his truck and sees me and says,”Your face is awfully red.” At which time I promptly responded by telling him it was probably due to the fact that some one special had parked where we launch yaks, and is a no parking zone, so I had to work 10 times as hard as I should have. Yep! You guessed it. Went right over his head and I don’t even think he realized it was him.
Heading up river I could see the cloud build up wasn’t looking too good so I checked the radar and no rain was showing up. I paddled to a spot on the river where I have had great luck with small mouth. I started floating back down river and started fishing. I started with a Rebel Wee Craw, Charlie Slider worm and an eighth ounce jig with a pig attached. No luck. Nothing. Nada. Nil. You know, same thing that is left after a divorce.
I came to a place in the river where there is some under water cover and is usually a producer of some nice pan fish. So I retied this time using a hook and a sinker and baited with night crawler. In no time i had caught two. Then it started to rain. Just a steady slow rain but camera time was over for the night.
By now it had been raining for about 10 minutes and BAM! The spotted bass had started hitting. Looks like things are looking up. Oh yeah. I mean what is a little rain when the fish are biting, Right? Then, like it wasn’t raining on my parade all ready, there is a bright flash of light followed by a clap of thunder that made my fillings rattle. It hit a tree up on the bluff from me. Not a lot bothers me but lightning gets my undivided attention. Sooooooo i reel in my line and headed back to where the truck was parked.
I finally arrive and beach the yak and head to get the truck. Still not raining real hard yet. I start backing down to where the yak is and I am here to tell ya I can’t remember the last time I saw it rain that hard. I thought someone was hitting me with a water canon. I sit there in the truck for a few minutes and then I thought what the hell, after all it is only rain and I sure as hell ain’t gonna melt. So I got out and loaded stuff in the truck. When I got in the truck soak and I thought to myself if it wouldn’t have lightninged I WOULD have got really wet.
Thank you for reading my blog and I hope you enjoyed it. Remember to be kind to each other, share the love and don’t squat with your spurs on. God Bless you one and all.