October 2017

2002 Elk Hunt – Part 4

  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…


2002 Elk Hunt – Part 3

  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. ——————————————…


2002 Elk Hunt – Part 2

2002 Elk Hunt – Part 2   This is the continuing saga of a Colorado elk hunt I took 15 years ago with my grade school age son, Andy. —————————— 10-10-2002    Thursday    Fourth day in…


2002 Elk Hunt – Part 1

  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)…


PC BS

  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…


Deer Hunting 2017, Part 1?

  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…


Of Harvey and Harassment

  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…


Pay(den) Day

  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. …


Awards and Howdys

  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…


A Prison of Your Own Creation

  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…