I have always referred to February as a month of Mondays. Cader IV doesn’t feel that way. He actually enjoys Februarys. Perhaps that is because we are not quite as full in the fall of the year as we once were when I was in charge. And, I really don’t understand that. I love the fall for quail hunting. The cover is thicker, and the hunting is more challenging. Oh well, to each his own.
We are entering the backstretch of the hunting season, and have only five weeks left. Except for a few dates in March, we are looking at a sold-out reservation calendar. The guides and dogs are all pumped to finish a great comeback season after the pandemic season of last year. It has been an OUTSTANDING season thus far.
Even Rebel is excited as an expectant father. He is just waiting for Uncle Jerry to call him to see his progeny. However, Jerry has informed me to wait a few days since Sissy might bite both his head and mine off if we visit too early.
I could close with all of my worries about the world such as the situation in the Ukraine, rampant inflation, our southern border, and our debacle in Afghanistan. However, as Mom once told me, when faced with adversity, we could either laugh or cry. She said that we might as well laugh since neither reaction is going to change the outcome; so I have decided to close this blog with a few funnies that I have either gleaned from the Internet or thought of myself:
- She said that she missed me. Normally, that would be a good thing except for the fact that she is reloading.
- It would be great if we could put ourselves in the dryer for 10 minutes, then come out wrinkle-free and 3 sizes smaller.
- Speaking of the dryer since I’m now washing my own clothes, that sucker is eating at least one sock every time I wash a load of clothes.
- Lately, I have noticed that people my age are so much older than I am.
- And finally, most of the folks down here where I live think that the last words of the Star-Spangled Banner are, “Gentlemen, start your engines.”
We still have a few March dates available. Our cover is abundant thanks to heavy spring and summer rains. The quail are still plentiful thanks to the many conservationist groups who hunted with us on what evidently was a “shoot and release” program. If you still want to visit, come on down!
May God bless, preserve, and keep you and your families in his watch care!