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That Cat Won’t Hunt
I’ve never had a smart cat. I’ve never met a smart cat. As far as I know, cats don’t come in smart. But apparently that wasn’t the case for their prehistoric ancestors.
The Best Seat in the House
I’ve searched high and low, through stacks and stacks of photos, but I haven’t been able to find a picture of the “throne.” It’s a shame because it was one piece of my father’s handiwork that perfectly captured his artistry, ingenuity and attitude. It was a masterpiece of design and functionality that remained a source of entertainment from the time it was built until high water floated it away forever.
Pied Pride: Northwest Florida’s Own Hand-Painted Bream
For those of us who fish in the Apalachicola River and its tributaries, catching pied or hand-painted bream is one of the highlights of any trip. Some of my earliest and best memories are of hanging onto a cane pole for dear life and steering a big pied back to me. That thrill is still is enough to make me drive two hours, bail a boat and fight mosquitoes all day.
On Water and Hot Air
If you know me at all, you know that the better part of my life is spent on or near the water. Most of the things I enjoy doing – hunting, fishing, swimming . . . living – are all dependent on abundant, unpolluted water. So count me as a big fan of H20.
Random Thoughts from a Wandering Mind: Volume 2
Here are some highlights from the discussions I’ve been having with myself lately, presented in no particular order:
The Difference Between Children and Grandchildren
It occurred to me not too long ago that I haven’t been anybody’s grandchild since 1991 and I miss it sorely. As a kid with grandparents, you always know there’s somebody out there who thinks you’re wonderful, no matter how often or badly you screw up.
Mary’s Bloody Bronco Meltdown
Guys, if you ever want to feel completely stripped of your manhood, you can either start carrying a toy poodle around in a handbag – or get a minivan. I never tried out the poodle idea, but I can vouch for effects of the minivan.
You Can’t Fix Stupid, But You Can Learn From It
Being the youngest of my parents’ five sons gave me some major advantages in life, the most important being a long series of cautionary tales I could refer to whenever I felt like doing something dumb.
Ducks: Dinner vs. Dynasty
I used to really like duck hunting. I enjoyed being out early, waiting on the ducks to start coming in. I appreciated seeing a well-trained dog at work. And I’ve never minded cleaning a mess of them.
In fact, the only thing that kept me from becoming a full-fledged duck fanatic is that I don’t like to eat them.
Ode to the Marvelous Mullet
Mullet are the Rodney Dangerfield of the fish world. They just don’t get any respect, or at least not as much as I think they’re due.
