Whew! We just survived our third round of severe weather that began in January. Once again we were blessed to survive unscathed here at Riverview. Well, maybe not completely unscathed. I tried to tell Martha that the pretty candelabra decoration on one of our outside tables would not survive a strong wind, but she assured me that it would. As I watched the straight line winds blow our metal patio furniture off into the yard yesterday evening, I was fairly certain that our outside chairs and decorations had taken a beating. Well, suffice it to say, I was correct, but I had enough sense not to say,” I told you so”. I just calmly walked around picking up candles and chairs that appeared to be at the epicenter of a drunken brawl.
Down here we have taken to watching the skies and the weather channel like the democrats are watching the Russians. We are about ready to toss Jonah out of the ship if we can figure out who he is. On the bright side, our sweet corn was too small to suffer any damage, and we received 2.5 inches of much needed rain. The woods and trees were really smiling this morning as I drove through them. We needed the rain, but I can live without anymore tornadoes in our area for a long time. If I wanted tornadoes, I would move to Kansas or Oklahoma. The good Lord gave us gnats. I wish that He would let you other good folks keep your tornadoes. Those bad boys have really created massive destruction in our area, and have destroyed some plantation lands that will not recover even during Cader IV’s lifetime.
Speaking of plantations, I shared some quotes in my last blog from my all-time favorite writer, Havilah Babcock. I also mentioned Robert Ruark in that blog. Yesterday I read the following lines written by Robert Ruark that really resonated with me. He said,”A dead tiger is the biggest thing that I have ever seen in my life, and I have shot an elephant.A live tiger is the most exciting thing that I have ever seen in my life, and I have shot a lion.A tiger in a hurry is the fastest thing that I have ever seen in my life, and I have shot a leopard. A wild tiger is the most frightening thing I have ever seen in my life, and I have shot a Cape buffalo. But for the sport involved, I would rather shoot quail than shoot another tiger.”
Now who am I to argue with one of the greatest sportsmen and writers ever even if he was overly fond of his gin. It just so happens that we are in the quail hunting business, and I agree with Mr. Ruark. I can still remember almost every nearly impossible shot that I ever made on a covey rise, and have developed amnesia on the easy straight away misses. If we can survive the violent spring weather, we look forward to helping y’all make memories of those great shots this fall and winter!