Louetta's Lore

[Tatnic]

Here's a poem I wrote in the 4th grade (10 years old). I won first place in a contest within my school for it. It's the only poem I've ever written, maybe I should write another one.

I Love Harvest Time....

I love harvest time
with the leaves red, yellow and lime.
It's time to reap the corn
and carefully place it in the horn.
It's time to eat hog chitlins
and pies made from pumpkins
The grass also gets very brown
and I will go hunting with my old hound
I love harvest time.

Growing up in Virginia, I can appreciate that poem Lye. Never had a hound, but always had bird dogs. IN fact, my nick name at one time was bird dog, but that was for another reason

[Tatnic]

Very nice.

I'll be sure to pass along the appreciations to her. She wrote a poem in highschool that won her $200 in a writing contest (I'll post it if I can find it). $200 is a big haul for a poet. She also won a concerto contest that netted her $500 that same year and she got to play a 20 minute solo with the Bangor Symphany. I suggested that she should invest most of those winnings. Of course she choose to invest in Goog at the ipo and now that $700 is worth millions....

[Lyehopper]

Growing up in Virginia, I can appreciate that poem Lye. Never had a hound, but always had bird dogs. IN fact, my nick name at one time was bird dog, but that was for another reason

Quail hunting was introduced to me as a very young boy and I grew up with English Setters.... But English Setter doesn't rhyme with brown.lol

[Tatnic]

Quail hunting was introduced to me as a very young boy and I grew up with English Setters.... But English Setter doesn't rhyme with brown.lol

Me too, I started hunting when I was 7 years old in Missouri with my dad and his english setter. Boy you talk about coveys of quail..and I don't mean those pen raises biddies that Dick Cheney likes to shoot, I mean coveys of 30 to 40 birds! I once got to keep one that was wounded, but it didn't make a very good pet, so we ate it.

Just kidding, we let it go once it could fly again. We also kept fawns in the basement that were to be research deer...they were fun to feed but not that cuddly..they could kick like a mule.

[Rob]

[. . .] but it didn't make a very good pet, so we ate it.

I literally lol'd at that line.

[Lyehopper]

Me too, I started hunting when I was 7 years old in Missouri with my dad and his english setter. Boy you talk about coveys of quail..and I don't mean those pen raises biddies that Dick Cheney likes to shoot, I mean coveys of 30 to 40 birds! I once got to keep one that was wounded, but it didn't make a very good pet, so we ate it.

Just kidding, we let it go once it could fly again. We also kept fawns in the basement that were to be research deer...they were fun to feed but not that cuddly..they could kick like a mule.

There's a big difference between those Mexican Quail and the native wild birds I grew up shooting. A wild bird will fly a hundred yards and then run on the ground another hundred. Hunting singles was more fun to me than busting up a covey.... Those pen raised quail might fly a hundred feet and then just sit there looking stupid. It does help if they are barn raised and get flushed up often.... But they still ain't the same. I've got a couple of coveys of wild birds on my place and I plant strips of wild grasses for them, they have a hard time running through fescue because it's too thick. The Coyote migrating here have actually helped the quail population grow because they love to eat house cats, 'possums, skunks and foxes, all enemies of the quail. Another good thing about the coyotes is they are quite a challenge to kill and it gives us something new to hunt.

[billyjoe]

Tatnic, Lye,
They really messed up pheasant hunting with the pen raised variety. They move so slow you can catch them by hand. As a kid they used to scare the crap out of me when I'd nearly step on them in hiding. You had to have a good reaction time to shoot those ring necks. Maybe the wild ones would be extinct here if they didn't do the captive breeding.

------------billyjoe

[Tatnic]

There's a big difference between those Mexican Quail and the native wild birds I grew up shooting. A wild bird will fly a hundred yards and then run on the ground another hundred. Hunting singles was more fun to me than busting up a covey.... Those pen raised quail might fly a hundred feet and then just sit there looking stupid. It does help if they are barn raised and get flushed up often.... But they still ain't the same. I've got a couple of coveys of wild birds on my place and I plant strips of wild grasses for them, they have a hard time running through fescue because it's too thick. The Coyote migrating here have actually helped the quail population grow because they love to eat house cats, 'possums, skunks and foxes, all enemies of the quail. Another good thing about the coyotes is they are quite a challenge to kill and it gives us something new to hunt.

Interesting take on the coyotes...They get blamed for decimating the northern Maine deer herd and its true, they love deer meat, but they were more able to pinpoint and slaughter some herds because of the destruction of the deer yards by the paper companies. We have some pretty big coyotes up here, some say they're wolf hybrids but I don't think that's accurate. We do have an occasional wolf but that's very rare.

Hey...some folks up heya use them alpalcas to keep the coyotes away from their sheep. Those critters are pretty fierce and don't take kindly to any canines. They also have very valuable wool and are probably pretty tasty

[Websman]

You did forward the secret interim VTP web address to Bruce like we talked about in the last inner circle meeting didn't you Webs? Just want to make sure he doesn't miss out on anything important.

He's got it...

[IIC]

Today we drove to Hyannis and took a ferry to Nantucket. Super expensive houses although I did see a few listed under $1mil. The most expensive listing I saw was $20 mil. They said the avg was $3.5mil.

Quaint little place, but I wouldn't recommend making a special trip. Took an Island Tour...The highlight was when the Tour Guide asked where Jaws was filmed. Nobody said anything so I blurted out "Universal Studios"...He said "You must be from California"...Good guess...although I was the only one on the tour w/o an accent anyway...Or maybe I really do have an accent and I just don't know it???...I went to college in NE and I never noticed that Nebraskans had an accent except for the country bumpkins...But some of my friends there said that I dragged out my words.

Got back and ate at the Roadhouse. My wife had written down 4 places on Cape Cod that Rachel Ray had recommended...So I had to take her to one. It was pretty good...But although I've had some good seafood this week I'm sorta sick of it now. I had the Cod Fish Chowder but I went w/ the Veal Gorgonzola for the entree.

That's about it for today...Although I saw another BLIND PERSON XING sign...Doug(IIC)

[Rob]

Got back and ate at the Roadhouse.

When you say "The Roadhouse," I think of Logan's Roadhouse, but I see that there aren't any in Massachusetts. There are seven of them in California but only one in Southern California, and that one is in Fontana, more than half the distance to Big Bear Lake from where you live. I like Logan's Roadhouse. They're owned by the CBRL Group out of Lebanon, Tennessee. (Ticker CBRL) They also own the chain of restaurants called "Cracker Barrel." I see California has none of those yet. Both of those restaurants appear to be very successful. Well, they're very popular around here anyway; they're always packed. The chart right now is on the right side of a huge cup with no handle.

[skiracer]

There's a big difference between those Mexican Quail and the native wild birds I grew up shooting. A wild bird will fly a hundred yards and then run on the ground another hundred. Hunting singles was more fun to me than busting up a covey.... Those pen raised quail might fly a hundred feet and then just sit there looking stupid. It does help if they are barn raised and get flushed up often.... But they still ain't the same. I've got a couple of coveys of wild birds on my place and I plant strips of wild grasses for them, they have a hard time running through fescue because it's too thick. The Coyote migrating here have actually helped the quail population grow because they love to eat house cats, 'possums, skunks and foxes, all enemies of the quail. Another good thing about the coyotes is they are quite a challenge to kill and it gives us something new to hunt.

I think I may have told the story about Liza Gore. She was a black woman that I became very close with and she owned 106 acres of some of the thickest briar patches and scrub oak acreage in NJ. There were about 20 acres of corn and soybean. I had control of the place because she was in her 90's and couldn't do much for herself anymore and I kind of took care of her when I was around the area.
That place was loaded with wild ring neck pheasant and moreso with bobwhite quail. Must have been 15 or 20 different coveys out there. All you had to do was work your way through those corn rows or the briar patches which was real hard and you would have more shooting than you could handle. We would shoot up a box or two of shells every time we made that hunt. It was like my own private reserve. Like Lye says, the wild ones will raise up and fly maybe fifty yards and then run another 50 yards. It was the best hunting you could imagine for three or four guys working a field or the brush.

[Louetta]

Today we drove to Hyannis and took a ferry to Nantucket. Super expensive houses although I did see a few listed under $1mil. The most expensive listing I saw was $20 mil. They said the avg was $3.5mil.

Quaint little place, but I wouldn't recommend making a special trip. Took an Island Tour...The highlight was when the Tour Guide asked where Jaws was filmed. Nobody said anything so I blurted out "Universal Studios"...He said "You must be from California"...Good guess...although I was the only one on the tour w/o an accent anyway...Or maybe I really do have an accent and I just don't know it???...I went to college in NE and I never noticed that Nebraskans had an accent except for the country bumpkins...But some of my friends there said that I dragged out my words.

Got back and ate at the Roadhouse. My wife had written down 4 places on Cape Cod that Rachel Ray had recommended...So I had to take her to one. It was pretty good...But although I've had some good seafood this week I'm sorta sick of it now. I had the Cod Fish Chowder but I went w/ the Veal Gorgonzola for the entree.

That's about it for today...Although I saw another BLIND PERSON XING sign...Doug(IIC)

People here eat a lot of seafood methinks in the summer in restaurants but it seems its not that popular in retail stores day to day for use at home. Didn't get the reference to blind person crossing, are those new to you?

[IIC]

People here eat a lot of seafood methinks in the summer in restaurants but it seems its not that popular in retail stores day to day for use at home. Didn't get the reference to blind person crossing, are those new to you?

Never seen those signs before...I mentioned a few others I'd never seen too a couple of days ago...Doug

[Lyehopper]

It was the best hunting you could imagine for three or four guys working a field or the brush.

I grew up hunting quail with dogs. Training and watching the dog is as satisfying as shooting birds to me.

I had a lemon-ticked bitch named Gypsy that was given to me as a pup by a friend of my Dad's who raised registered English Setters, I got her when I was twelve. This dog had champion (field trials) blood in her. I trained her with a fake quail I made from two sets of wings hooked to a string on the end of an old cane fishing pole. She would point at six weeks old and by the time she was two she would hold a point for thirty minutes or longer. She was a thorough hunter and was great at hunting single birds. She loved to hunt as much as I did. She would see me with my shotgun and act so excited you'd think I had beefsteak for her or something. When I'd unload her in a field at the start of a hunt she'd head into the field and hold her nose high into the wind and I'd let her choose the direction of the hunt.... Many times she'd head right to a covey in very short order. After two seasons I had her to where she never flushed a bird. Gypsy would be on point, her back leg trembling in anticipation as I walked into the birds to flush them. When I shot a bird I'd yell "hunt dead" and she'd run around like crazy with her nose to the ground and retrieve the bird. I trained her to jump up, with her paws on my chest and drop a dead bird in my hand.... I could write a book on the adventures I had with that dog.... I hunted with her into my twenties.... I swear to you that the day she died was as painful to me as losing any close family member.