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Out of the Office

In a short while the final packing will be done, the house buttoned up, the hot water heater turned off. I'll water the garden one last time, and top the dogs water off. I'm heading off to Ft. Knox Ky for a few weeks.

Time to get...
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Cracker Soul

It's a shame I'm going to miss these fellars at Bele Chere this year...And the Belly Dancers...Now, I'm not one to toot my horn, but, damnit, "I'm Feeling thankful for the small things today".

Cracker, Happy Birthday



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This Is Neat...

Someone at my civillian job told me aboout this. This thing is a well thought out piece of machinery.


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Tonight I Post

This is the post you get to say, "Wow, that's neat". That's what I want it to be...But, tonight I feel...I've got a strange mix of thoughts and emotions in me. Talking to people from the past sometimes has it's consequences. I learned that someone I regarded as truly Beautiful was in a car accident some years ago and died as a result of it. She had a Beautiful Heart.

I come across something and I want to write about it. The things I could say...Blogging can take time though. Goofing off takes time...Once in a fll moon I rent a movie...Hence once a month. One of which was a documentary on (some of you may dread him) the lessons of the life of Robert S McNamara. S is for Strange. His Wife didn't know that until they announced their engagement. It was made a few years back. However, he was in good health, alert and keen. And, this about the time I referred to "Bombs Away LeMay". And, that "War Criminal" talk came up. As well, when he came to Ford Motor Company after WWII they had broke even on their best years since the early 20's. Reminds you of the dwindling three today. However he helped make the company competitive, unlike today. This is where you say "Wow, that's neat."

My fellow Libertarians and any Objectivist that may read across this, I have undertaken Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged. I took a break after the first part and read "Call of the Hounds", a book about the times of professional guide Del Cameron that hunted Mountain Lions and Bear in the Northern Rockies. As a Houndsman, I loved this book. They do things a little different than we do here in Southern Appalachia, but there are some parallels. He hunted Lions when there was a bounty on them and much of the Montana Mountans were still virgin forest. he hunted places like The River of No Return Wilderness before it became a Wilderness. Anyone with interest in the Northern Rockies or Lions should read this book. While it deals with the Hounds, it deals with nature as much so. If anyone is curious about Hunting with Hounds, they should read this book. It's at times poetic, at others gruesome and plain, it's primal.

OK, what else? Well..Oh Yeah, I noticed a hit on my Statounter coming from Red Georgia Clay...A year of nonposting...If Dave can come back, well I reckon I can too. Now, I've got to link him back, Red Neck Engineering and all...

Nuff Said Tonight...
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Thinking Time

I was going to post tonight, but Tip came into heat and I took her out the road instead. She made me mad by chewing a Tree Tie Lead in two. I fussed and she thinks the kennel shes in is Hound Dog Gulag. Dogs think about things, it takes it a while to sink in, but they know what they do, and if you fuss at them and then leave them where they have time to think, then they might correct their behavior. Kind of like time out.

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Disbelief

I tried a new way home out of Athens this last weekend. I took the wrong turn and went through Danielsville. Danielsville is a cute little town. Once I figured I was heading the wrong way, and was getting back on track, I crossed two Deputy Sheriff cars. I looked down at my speedometer...Great, I'm doing 65 down a two lane Georgia road, I'm getting pulled... As one of the cars came on that thought left my mind. I saw something familiar on one of the cars front tag...A Ranger Battalion Scroll...One of Us. I nearly threw my hand up, but looked at the Scroll. Rangers usually don't make very good cops and simply walk away with a bad taste in their mouth. I've never known one to stick with it long, and for reasons I won't get into, it's a Ranger thing. I was almost in disbelief to see a Ranger Bn Scroll on the front of a cop car and then I was relieved. Its good to see your own, its good to know your out there. Rangers don't "take care" of each other, we look out for our own. That is something that few people understand. It was obvious that neither of the Deputies were worried about me once I got close to them. I would have expected no favor. Honestly, I would have tried recruiting the guy into my Company. Then I spent the next few miles wondering why the guy was a cop...I can see the initial lure...Maybe it was the economy.
This brings me to another thing. I've known many a cop through the Army Reserves. Every thing but Federal. Some of them have been damn fine people. But, over the years I've noticed the ones that spent a deal of time talking about being a cop, "I'm a cop this and I'm a cop that", a premadonna, if you will, didn't stick with the Army Reserves for a long time. No matter how much Active Duty they had behind them. The ones that do stay are the ones that you generally don't make a big deal of it.
I'm of the opinion that too many people from the Military cross into Law Enforcement. It's like a whole class of people that can't do anything but hold a Government job. Don't get me wrong, a few, well, that is fine. But, to me it seems chronic now. It could have some very serious problems in store for us as a Nation.

But, if the Ranger turned cop in Madison County Ga is reading this, thanks for not pulling me over. And I'll keep it closer to the speed limit next time. RLTW.

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Dog Gone Update

Last summer this was little ol' Tippitan. Today she is Tip, and full of energy. She is now shedding the "puppiness" and starting to act like a dog. It's hard to get her to hush. She will bark and bark and bark...Sometimes at neighbors yard dogs wondering around, sometimes at a rabbit in the tree line, sometimes the distant calls of other folks hounds out the road. Two weeks ago it was a Sow Bear and Cub that walked around the house. The cub was a yearlin and will probably be ran off to make it on it' own this fall.



This is Rebel. He's a Plott Hound, has a few battle scars and a calm, friendly personality. He's about 8 years old or so. He's got a chop mouth like many Plotts. He has slightly longer hair than most strains of Plotts, but is still in the breed standard. He got a cough and I've fed him honey. For a few days he didn't eat. He did eat some grass during that time though. Fearing Kennel Cough, I gave him a shot of Penicillin. He's not as patient with needles as Squeaky is and moved on me breaking the needle off in him with the cup sticking out. The stuff went all over me and I'm allergic to it. He retreated into his house and I had to pull him out so I could get the needle out of him. His cough has slowed. He might have allergies. He has been eating better and is in good spirits.


You fans of Bosco...she is such a heathen...She did run a rabbit down today. She was seen carrying it around. Thunders going to get her.

Focus on the solution; exploit success.
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