B-run
04-02-2004, 09:23 PM
As I sit today at my venting machine, a picture of my dad on the wall above me with a 6x6 mule from Heppner in the back of a 64 Impalla in 1966, and seeing my Black Lab pushing 12 in November, and not knowing if she will be able to hunt this coming fall, Brings me to a stark reality that I am tired of arguing with people, trying to find the right lane to be in on the way to work, and being the "best I can be".I seem to be falling into the "fast track" of living, do it now, before it's too late.
I have forgotten most of the Boy Scout Motto in practice of life. Although I was an Eagle Scout, and lived :angel1: as such through most of my time, from the day my pa passed away last Jan. I have taken a different look on my own two boys and daughter.
They love to hunt and fish, but it is kind of strange looking at pictures, as recent as last year of a cow hunt with my dad, and now he is gone.
I am still struggling with the "pass it on" thing.
There have been days that I thought the answer was in the "brown jar", but nooooooo....
Anyhow, I find myself loving my children more, now than I ever did before "papa" left us.
Sorry for babbling.
Someday, we will all fish the BIG river. :angel1:
I have forgotten most of the Boy Scout Motto in practice of life. Although I was an Eagle Scout, and lived :angel1: as such through most of my time, from the day my pa passed away last Jan. I have taken a different look on my own two boys and daughter.
They love to hunt and fish, but it is kind of strange looking at pictures, as recent as last year of a cow hunt with my dad, and now he is gone.
I am still struggling with the "pass it on" thing.
There have been days that I thought the answer was in the "brown jar", but nooooooo....
Anyhow, I find myself loving my children more, now than I ever did before "papa" left us.
Sorry for babbling.
Someday, we will all fish the BIG river. :angel1: