Archive for July 7th, 2008

Changing times, life in America goes on

July 7, 2008

I’ve been busy as of late. I’m going to be moving to Wyoming in about a month or so. My girlfriend is leaving this coming Friday. It is amazing how much clutter you can gather in the space of a few years. Still, some things have lasted over time.

The only picture that I have of my daughter Brianna that died while in my arms. The old Ruger revolver in a caliber that almost everyone loves, but that is going by the wayside. The Remington rifle that I scrimped by on other things for years to purchase. The Orvis Fly rod that took forever to finally get. My camo for bow hunting, even though the nerve damage in my arm will probably prevent me from ever going afield with a stick and string again. A DD 215 modified to reflect a few things that just plain were missed when the original was filled out. My old certificate for the National Registry of Emergency Medical Technicians, and the Gold Paramedic shoulder patch. A copy of the cover of Field and Stream magazine that had an Elk that I took.

It has been a long time this stint here in Colorado. I love this place, for all it’s faults. I moved here thirty years ago to get away from all the crowding in San Diego, and Oceanside. The constant rushing just to survive. Now, the Colorado Front Range looks like the strip between San Ysidro and Oceanside and the people are acting exactly the same.It is probably a good thing that I am leaving this place that I love. For it has changed, and not for the good. We no longer have a Denver or Front Range area. Just listen to the preening people on the television or radio. Now it’s “The Metro.”

I may have time for one last trip into the Indian Peaks Wilderness where I know of three small pools where my fellow transplants, the Golden Trout still survive. They are wary, and difficult to catch, but well worth the effort. They are elusive, wild, and free, like men should be. I have always returned them to the water, and I hope that any others that witness their beauty will do the same.I will visit the place where I spread my daughters ashes near the Moffat Tunnel, and say a prayer, it might be the last time that I can get there.

Sua Sponte Colorado! Because I chose too!

Obama the Post Turtle

July 7, 2008

While suturing a cut on the hand of a 75 year old Texas rancher, whose hand was caught in a gate while working cattle, the doctor struck up a conversation with the old man. Eventually the topic got around to Obama and his bid to be our President.

The old rancher said, ‘Well, ya know, Obama is a ‘post turtle’.’
Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a ‘post
turtle’ was.

The old rancher said, ‘When you’re driving down a country road and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that’s a ‘post turtle’.’

The old rancher saw a puzzled look on the doctor’s face, so he continued to explain. ‘You know he didn’t get up there by himself, he doesn’t belong up there, he doesn’t know what to do while he is up there, and you just wonder what kind of a dumb ass put him up there.’


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