Monday, August 26, 2013
Thursday, August 22, 2013
A FEW BLADES AND PAST MEMORIES
For those of you who hunt: Do you remember the kind of knife you used to field dress your game? As I was growing up and would go hunting with my Dad, I always wanted to carry a hunting knife. It wasn't until I was 15 that I was able to have a hunting knife.
I used this knife on my very first Bull elk when I was 16. That same season, Mom bought my Dad a new knife: a Puma White Hunter. He got to break it in that same season. He dropped an elk. I now have that knife, and cherish it with memories of hunting seasons past and of deer and elk that we harvested. . . and of others that we missed.
My Dad had and old hunting knife that he had used when he was a youth. I was so excited -- I got to use his old Winchester .32 special and have the knife he used to use. I still have this knife and a few others. The one I got to use those first few seasons was a Schrade Walden, red and white handled, the blade well used from years of use.
They were used for other things besides dressing out game. They were used for some of the camp chores, too. Later, as some years went by, my Dad bought me a Buck 119, as he thought that I should have a " newer " knife. I received it after Mom and Dad had moved to Arkansas. Before I got the Buck 119, I purchased an Air Force Survival knife. It worked really well for chores around camp and for dressing out game.
These knives have lots of memories attached to them. The Schrade Walden is from around 1946 or so. The Puma White Hunter was manufactured in the fourth quarter of 1969. And the Buck 119 is from around 1973. The Air Force knife, I'm not sure of when it was made.
When I'm in the hills camping, fishing, or metal detecting, I have one or more of these knives with me. They all are good and will get the job done, from cutting back strap, to skinning, and even cleaning trout. When I have one of them on my hip, the memories are right there and new ones are added on.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Two-ingredient Pumpkin Cake (A Kathi Post)
I am very excited that Fall is coming. Children in our county went back to school yesterday. I went back to school yesterday, too, but that's another story.
My pumpkin has grown really big. It's a Triple Treat variety, which means it's good for cooking, carving, and seeds. I use the Square Foot Garden method of gardening, and I trained my pumpkin vine up. It makes me happy to see an 8 or 9 pound pumpkin just hanging on the vine four feet off the ground!
It won't be long before my pumpkin is ready to eat. Here is a recipe I really like (and use a lot) because there are only two ingredients.
Use a boxed cake mix and a 15 oz. can of pumpkin puree (not pumpkin pie mix) or puree from your own homegrown pumpkin.
Seriously, just take the cake mix and add the can of pumpkin puree, then stir until it’s combined.
Bake it in a greased pan in the oven on 350 degrees for 50 minutes to an hour, and you have pumpkin bread. Or cake. Whatever.
Sometimes I make it in a Bundt pan, but most of the time I just put it in a loaf pan 'cause I don't have to ask Jim to reach it for me.
Sometimes I frost it, sometimes I sprinkle it with powdered sugar, and sometimes I leave it plain and naked.
Anyway you make it -- it’s good!
My pumpkin has grown really big. It's a Triple Treat variety, which means it's good for cooking, carving, and seeds. I use the Square Foot Garden method of gardening, and I trained my pumpkin vine up. It makes me happy to see an 8 or 9 pound pumpkin just hanging on the vine four feet off the ground!
Use a boxed cake mix and a 15 oz. can of pumpkin puree (not pumpkin pie mix) or puree from your own homegrown pumpkin.
Seriously, just take the cake mix and add the can of pumpkin puree, then stir until it’s combined.
Bake it in a greased pan in the oven on 350 degrees for 50 minutes to an hour, and you have pumpkin bread. Or cake. Whatever.
Sometimes I make it in a Bundt pan, but most of the time I just put it in a loaf pan 'cause I don't have to ask Jim to reach it for me.
Sometimes I frost it, sometimes I sprinkle it with powdered sugar, and sometimes I leave it plain and naked.
Anyway you make it -- it’s good!
Monday, August 19, 2013
Monday, August 12, 2013
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
The best thing I've seen all week!
Saw this because of Chicks on the Right. Visit them, if you don't already: http://www.chicksontheright.com
Too funny!
WHO NEEDS A DEER STAND!
I guess a lot of hunters now use some sort of deer stand. My uncle, years ago -- over several seasons -- managed to fill his deer tag on a regular basis.
Some hunters use a tree stand. Others use a stand on the ground that is camouflaged.
My uncle had a different type of stand, if you can call it that. It seems that his "stand" was a fallen tree, or stump, or even a rock. You see, he had a urge. Of the bathroom type. He had to do a number two. He would find a nice spot, drop his pants, and commence to do what he had to do.
The first time, as he was doing his duty, a nice 4-point buck (aka 8-point to those of you from the East side of our country) just happened to walk around the stump that my uncle was using. My uncle dropped the buck, did his paper work, then proceeded to field dress his deer.
The following season he had just dropped his drawers and was just starting to set on a log when this deer came up the trail. My uncle shot the deer. After he finished his paper work and field dressed his deer, he left his rifle leaned up against a tree and left. He couldn't find his rifle the next day when he remembered to go back for it.
A season or two later, while I was hunting, I saw what I thought was a stick that looked like a rifle. It even looked like it had a scope on it. As I got closer, I saw that it was indeed a rifle! It was the rifle my uncle had left. It was rusted up pretty good. and you could see where some critter --or critters -- had gnawed on the stock in several places. The scope was trashed.
After I was done hunting and had filled my tag, I took this rifle to my uncle back in town. Before giving it to him, I asked if he remembered losing it a few seasons back. He said that he did, and that he had borrowed it from his father, who didn't know he had taken it.
My uncle cussed a blue streak and said that the old man had made him pay for the rifle. My uncle was teed off about it. I asked him if there was a reward for whomever found the rifle. And he said, "hell no!", it was gone for good.
Well, I gave the rifle to him just as his dad walked in. His dad knew the rifle right away and proceeded to ream my uncle a new one again. I left quickly.
For years, we gave my uncle a razzing about how he got some of his deer. We said he cheated in getting those deer by using his white butt cheeks and farting to attract them. We said he burned the deer noses from the smell so bad that they could no longer smell him, that the deers' eyes were watering so badly that they couldn't see him. The teasing got bad.
We told the local game warden that my uncle was using chemicals to get his deer. And then we told him about my uncle's history of how we got his deer. The game warden, knowing my uncle, played right along. He said that he was going to cite my uncle for blinding game by using his lily- white butt to do it. The warden said it was just like spotlighting the animals.
I am not using my uncle's name here because he is still around. Even though he is up there in age, he remembers and he might be a bit peeved that I told on him.
Oh well.
Some hunters use a tree stand. Others use a stand on the ground that is camouflaged.
My uncle had a different type of stand, if you can call it that. It seems that his "stand" was a fallen tree, or stump, or even a rock. You see, he had a urge. Of the bathroom type. He had to do a number two. He would find a nice spot, drop his pants, and commence to do what he had to do.
The first time, as he was doing his duty, a nice 4-point buck (aka 8-point to those of you from the East side of our country) just happened to walk around the stump that my uncle was using. My uncle dropped the buck, did his paper work, then proceeded to field dress his deer.
The following season he had just dropped his drawers and was just starting to set on a log when this deer came up the trail. My uncle shot the deer. After he finished his paper work and field dressed his deer, he left his rifle leaned up against a tree and left. He couldn't find his rifle the next day when he remembered to go back for it.
A season or two later, while I was hunting, I saw what I thought was a stick that looked like a rifle. It even looked like it had a scope on it. As I got closer, I saw that it was indeed a rifle! It was the rifle my uncle had left. It was rusted up pretty good. and you could see where some critter --or critters -- had gnawed on the stock in several places. The scope was trashed.
After I was done hunting and had filled my tag, I took this rifle to my uncle back in town. Before giving it to him, I asked if he remembered losing it a few seasons back. He said that he did, and that he had borrowed it from his father, who didn't know he had taken it.
My uncle cussed a blue streak and said that the old man had made him pay for the rifle. My uncle was teed off about it. I asked him if there was a reward for whomever found the rifle. And he said, "hell no!", it was gone for good.
Well, I gave the rifle to him just as his dad walked in. His dad knew the rifle right away and proceeded to ream my uncle a new one again. I left quickly.
For years, we gave my uncle a razzing about how he got some of his deer. We said he cheated in getting those deer by using his white butt cheeks and farting to attract them. We said he burned the deer noses from the smell so bad that they could no longer smell him, that the deers' eyes were watering so badly that they couldn't see him. The teasing got bad.
We told the local game warden that my uncle was using chemicals to get his deer. And then we told him about my uncle's history of how we got his deer. The game warden, knowing my uncle, played right along. He said that he was going to cite my uncle for blinding game by using his lily- white butt to do it. The warden said it was just like spotlighting the animals.
I am not using my uncle's name here because he is still around. Even though he is up there in age, he remembers and he might be a bit peeved that I told on him.
Oh well.
Monday, August 5, 2013
COWBOY QUOTE OF THE WEEK 8/5/13
"Good judgement comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgement."
--Unknown
--Unknown
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