Thursday, 16 July 2009

  • A Tribute To My Dadda

    Many of you know my grandfather (Dadda) passed away this past sunday. Our family really appreciates all your thoughts and prayers in this time.

    I wanted to share a story of something that happened today at his viewing. I met a man named Joe Price, who told me he was a play mate of my grandfather. Instantly my mind flashed back to a favorite story dadda used to tell about his younger adventures. Like most young boys stories, this one involved cowboys and indians. Dadda was the cowboy, who was chasing Mr. Price, the indian, around a fire they had built. (this was 80 some years ago, kids were allowed to build fires back then) Somehow in all the commotion, Mr. Price's pants caught on fire and it badly burned his leg. I still remember dadda telling me the last part through chuckles about how his pants caught on fire and he was jumping around hollering until they got them put out. He always ended the story by saying "and Joe has the scares to prove it" although I always doubted how true that really was. Maybe it's not that great of a story now, but for some reason I always found it humorous, must be the little boy trapped inside me always wanting to do something like that.

    So flashback to today, when I first meet Mr. Price. He looks at me and says, "I was a playmate of your grandfather. He caught me on fire once, and I've got the scares to prove it." So help me I couldn't help but laugh. For him to say exactly the same line my grandfather always said just had me busting up. It's almost as if the two of them practiced it out to tell their parents back when they were 10. To add to the story, Mr. Price continued "and Julien didn't want to get in trouble so he just told me to come back to the house and he'd put iodine on it."

    As we both laughed at that, Mr. Price regained himself, shook my hand good and tight, looked me dead in the eye and said "Your grandfather was a good man though, don't you forget it." Throughout the timeline of the day I must have heard that phrase a million times "your grandfather was a good man" but somehow, 2 hours after, all I can remember is Joe Price. I guess it's because of all the people I met today, he had the most right to be upset, yet he wasn't. I think that is a tribute to my grandfather's character. Despite such a horrible accident, Joe knew he was still a good man at heart, and didn't blame him for any of it.

    Looking back on the timeline of my grandfather's life, and all the things he has taught me, and left me with, I can only be grateful for such an immense blessing. I have only begun to see a part of his legacy, and I feel small in it's shadow. I see how I am the one people look to, to continue his legacy. I can only hope to do half as much as he did, and use 1/10 of what he taught me, all of which would still make me a man far greater then many.


    I miss you Dadda
    and Joe Price really does have the scares to prove it.

Wednesday, 29 April 2009

  • twitter?

    I'm thinking about signing up for twitter, but I don't know if it's worth it. Anyone out there use it and recommend it? or is it just another way for my to stalk all my friends in addition to facebook?

Tuesday, 13 January 2009

  • What Do You Do When The Guy Across the Negotiating Table Wants to Destroy You?

    the following is an excellent column from Newt Gingrich:

    Secretary of State-designate Hillary Clinton’s confirmation hearings are underway in the Senate today. A good question for any senator who is interested in being honest about the real problem in the Middle East is this:
    “Senator Clinton, imagine that you’re the Israeli Foreign Minister: What do you do when the other party at the ‘peace table’ is openly committed to your destruction?”
    This is the question that all our political and foreign policy elites who are demanding that Israel immediately agree to a “cease fire” with Hamas in Gaza should be asking. And this is the fact that the anti-Israeli and anti-Semitic mobs that are taking to the streets in London, Edinburgh, Berlin and Washington, DC should know: Hamas is openly, publicly and proudly committed to the destruction of the state of Israel. This is a negotiating partner?
    These are the words of the Hamas charter:

    Israel will exist and will continue to exist until Islam will obliterate it, just as it obliterated others before it.

    And here is how the founding document of Hamas treats the concept of “negotiations”:

    "There is no solution for the Palestinian question except through Jihad. Initiatives, proposals and international conferences are all a waste of time and vain endeavors."

    There are two main facts of the violence in the Middle East that all Americans -- and particularly our leaders -- should be aware of:
    The first is that Hamas exists to destroy Israel. Its leaders wake up every morning with one goal -- to eliminate what they call the “Zionist entity.”
    The second fact of violence in the Middle East is the ongoing effort by Iran (using Syria, Hezbollah and Hamas as its proxies) to undermine pro-American governments in the region.

    On ABC’s “This Week” on Sunday, President-elect Obama repeated his campaign pledge to negotiate with Iran. He also promised that there would be a “new emphasis on respect” in his administration’s dealings with Tehran.

    President-elect Obama may want respect.
    But Iran’s theocratic rulers want victory.

    This is a dangerous mismatch of goals for America and a potentially nuclear, aggressor regime to have.
    President-elect Obama has expressed a welcome fondness for Abraham Lincoln. To understand the regimes in Iran and Gaza, all of us should read more Lincoln. When the southern states began to secede from the Union with Lincoln’s election in 1860, Lincoln concluded that negotiating with the South would be futile. There were only two options:

    To make it impossible for the South to leave the Union.
    Or to allow the Union itself to be destroyed.

    Lincoln choose to “preserve, protect and defend” the Union and 620,000 Americans died implementing his policy. But in doing so, Lincoln saved the Union. And the “mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield, and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearthstone” endure to this day. Similarly, there are no easy solutions in Gaza. But there are a few milestones that Israel should achieve -- and the United States should support -- before any ceasefire with Hamas is granted:
    1) Hamas’ capacity to inflict violence on the state of Israel must be destroyed, or at least significantly reduced.
    2) No missiles -- period -- must be fired from Gaza into the sovereign state of Israel.
    3) The border between Gaza and Egypt must be sealed and verified by an Israeli and/or independent verifier.

    The policy of the United States of America has been and must be that Israel’s right to survive is unequivocal. Therefore, the greatest danger to Israel in the long run is for it to experience violence followed by a false truce which allows its enemies time to rearm and initiate yet another cycle of violence.

    Iran and Hamas will not voluntarily end this cycle of violence. They must be brought to the point where they have no choice.

Friday, 26 December 2008

  • How to Kill a Deer 101

    So after 6 years of hunting, I finally harvested my first deer, without ever firing a shot. I'm pretty sure that puts me in an elite group of individuals.

    For those animal lovers out there who don't want to hear the manly story behind this one, stop reading here. Consider yourself warned.

    Dec. 23 6:45am outside temp, 14 degrees
    Paul and I arrive at the farm. We got separate ways, him to the woods, and myself to the hay field in hopes of cornering our prey. Whitetail deer, aka, Bambi.
    7:30am
    After sitting in the cold, I realize 2 things: 1, I'm freezing. 2, it's not worth it to keep sitting here. So I blow my cover to any deer that might have been in the area and head for some sun to try and get warm.
    7:45am
    I hear what at first appears to be a goat or sheep, only we don't have either of those on the farm. 2 seconds later, I realize it was a deer grunt, but this deer was obviously in distress. I figure Paul must have shot it with his bow, and this was it's dyeing breath so I'll soon get a text getting the all clear to come over.
    7:55am
    I again hear the grunt. I think either Paul got a bad shot and the deer won't die, or something is wrong. I hear a third grunt.
    8:00am
    I decide I'm warm enough to go see what's going on over there, and head out. Upon approaching the field and woods where Paul is, I see a Doe, crouched next to the fence. Thinking it is just hunkering down hoping I don't see it, I begin to raise my rifle to take the quick shot. But as I look down the sight, I realize the deer has actually wrapped the top wire of the fence around it's hind leg.
    8:05am
    I call down to Paul in the woods to come out. When he looks at it, we come to the conclusion, based off of the awkward angle, the doe has to have broken it's leg, or dislocated it's hip. Therefore it's probably best for us to put it out of misery and kill it. However we don't know how tightly held into the fence the doe is, so we need to do it quick before it limps off and dies of starvation or gets hit by a car.
    8:10am
    As I move into get a clean and accurate shot, the deer begins to jump around, and we realize it's not getting out of the fence, and that we won't be able to get a good shot. Paul grabs my shoulder, says hold on, unsheathes his bowie knife, and walks up to the deer.
    8:12am
    Paul places his hand on the deer's head, and it settles down. And within a moment of warrior poetry, he places the knife at the doe's neck, and slices it's throat. A successful cut, he takes out the windpipe and artery, and the deer passes in under a minute.
    8:20am
    We cut a portion of the fence out to release the doe, and begin the gutting process.

Tuesday, 28 October 2008

Sunday, 26 October 2008

Thursday, 16 October 2008

Tuesday, 07 October 2008

  • I love fall

    I really love fall. Seriously. Besides the whole leaves turning, getting colder bubbly stuff, fall is by far the most manly season ever.

    When else is there a holiday that forces you to eat as much as possible, then watch football and take naps all day? And two days later load up your gun and go hunting for bambi? Plus, I love yard work. Raking leaves, cutting the last bit of grass, mulching the gardens for winter. It's great stuff.

    But there's one thing I can't stand about fall.

    UGGS. The footwear from Lucifer himself. As it begins to get colder, yet not freezing, women think this gives them an excuse to wear eskimo boots with dresses and look "cute." I'm surprised some fashion designer from Italy or France hasn't ruled these things against the fashion constitution (I don't even know if there is one, but if not, there should be and the preamble would say "We the people of Fashion, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish that Uggs are not to be worn by anyone, for any reason, ever.")

    Now I know all the women out there are going to say "Oh but James, uggs are so comfortable and warm, how can we not wear them!?" The answer is simple my friends. SOCKS!! You don't need to wear boots that keep your feet warm in negative temps when all you really have to do is just put on some socks and wear sneakers!! I garuntee your feet will be just as warm. If not, go spend 60 cents of those hand warmer pocket thingies and stick them in your shoes. It might sound dumb, but at least you won't look like an idiot.