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Deregulation – Abandonment of commonsense for short term profit.

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Time To Move On

There doesn’t seem to be a topic that doesn’t encompass the Covid 19 pandemic. No matter what we think about or talk about, somehow Covid makes its way into the conversation and always gives an insight into our character. And what reveals itself, worries me.

 

I’m worried because I see weak minded people asking for things they should be providing for themselves. I’m worried because I see people and businesses preying on people’s fears and weak nature, trying to talk them into buying cures like a snake oil salesman. I’m worried because I see people losing their sense of commonsense and replacing it with fear and aggression and the lack of will to put a stop to it. And I’m worried because I feel like I’m being sucked into these weaknesses.

 

There are problems with the speed of inoculation but the vaccine is here and people are beginning to get it. And as with everything in this new world of technology, glitches are popping up and despite they’re being addressed and fixed, we are inundated with them on every news program, podcast or in the few remaining newspapers. It seems the new fad of “it’s my right” is taking the place of “improvise, adapt, overcome.” When problems are fixed and a new learning curve mends the glitches, the problem is still the headline rather than the fix. Credit isn’t given, only blame. It seems we can’t move on by ourselves ….we need someone to fall on their sword.

 

I’ve had enough. Inoculated and not watching anymore cable or other news programs, I’m going through my “stuff” in anticipation of the opening day of trout season.  I’m digging out old maps, notes and dairies of past seasons, loading the Jeep and heading back in time to when the only thing I had to worry about was if the patch on the waders was going to hold … and if not, there is a change of clothes in the back seat.

 

THD

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Perspective

I recently found a copy of the poem High Flight …and although having read it many times over the years, this time – probably because of the trying and soul searching year about to come to a close – it seemed to encapsulate the strength of character some have found to weather this test of endurance and survival.

High Flight by John Gillespie Magee Jr.

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds,-and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of-wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air….
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor ever eagle flew-
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God

THD

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Thanksgiving Thoughts

There have only been two times in my life when I wasn’t with family on Thanksgiving: The first time when I was stationed at Fort Rucker, Alabama for training before being sent to Viet Nam, and the other, during my year in Viet Nam. Neither one of those times however, were as lonely as this Thanksgiving will be without family sitting at the table. It’s not that family is far away as was the case then, it’s that the whole year seems to come to a head this Thanksgiving.

Covid-19, invisible as it is, looms over our daily lives just as sure as a hurricane does over those living in its path.  The reaction is just as varied and diverse as those made by people who make decisions whether to evacuate or hunker down. We’ve even had a national election based on it.

Thankfully there is hope. Three pharmaceuticals have developed a vaccine for Covid-19, and there are more coming. We’re close; just not there yet.

I think we’re all caught up in instant gratification. We’re used to, and in fact, expect things to be as we want them to be without delay or having to ask for them. It’s the entitlement mentality.

If we just stopped to breathe and look around, count our blessings, I think we’d see no matter how frustrated we are over the restrictions of Covid-19, there are a lot of folks worse off than we are: There are those who struggle with rent, food and medical costs. There are those who worry about whether the heat is going to be shutoff or the car repossessed. People are in line for food.

This Thanksgiving is going to be lonely, but it won’t be without contact – virtual of course; something I would have given a lot for in 1967 and 68.

We made the decision to have a virtual Thanksgiving because we are so close to beating Covid-19 it makes no sense to expose ourselves to others, especially those we really can’t do without.

Happy Thanksgiving!

 

 

 

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Day Dreams

Day four and even the laziest among us are bored. I’ve never been afraid to be lazy, I always figured it was a sign of contentment. But, I was wrong.

When I was a kid, I always wanted to live on a farm. The thought of raising animals, fields to run and of course, a couple of farm dogs to follow me around was my dream.

Farm dogs are big, rambunctious and follow you where ever you go. And on a farm, there are a lot of places to go and explore, sometimes following the dogs and sometimes having the dogs follow you. Either way they are always part of a farm kid.

Being lazy, though, poses a problem: who works the fields, milks the cows, feeds the chickens and of course, who does all the clean-up and chores? My dad, when I’d go into my rant about living on a farm would say I was so lazy I’d sit under an apple tree waiting for an apple to fall into my mouth. There are times I think he was right.

I don’t want to live on a farm anymore, I just want to hunt on one.

With all this time on my hands, it’s easy to daydream. So I think about fall days with changing leaves, browning ferns and white splash over berry bushes and orchard floors. I see easy walking through thicket patches and swamps, being followed by Jake, Duke, Seamus and a pup named Gus, doing his best to keep up with the big dogs. I dream abut making doubles on grouse and woodcock with my old double: a Rossi, 20 ga. I bought for $75 fifty years ago.

But then, something brings me back to reality and suddenly I have a taste of apples in my mouth.

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Mind Games

The one thing about sheltering in place is that it forces my mind to come up with thoughts and ideas and usually in the form of questions. Looking through the woodlot from the desk, I see the lake in front still covered with ice. About a hundred yards north, the lake is wide open and I immediately remember the best fishing occurred at ice edge down on Anchor Bay in a past year. Probably the year a friend and I went through the ice in his Buick Le Sabre.

I caught the thought of me inching my way out over the ice and quickly removed it from my mind …for now anyway, there are still 18 days to go.

Gus is the only one here that doesn’t seem to be to inconvenienced, his whining gets him lots of walks and I know he’s figured out the process. Still, the highlight of the day for me is taking him along the Jordan where the snow has receded substantially, enough anyway, for me to walk without slipping and sliding and stumbling over snow covered logs. We’ve covered a couple of miles along the river on the west side and haven’t bumped a grouse.

I’m pleased with his progress. He began quartering the first time out and has developed it more since. A couple of times he stopped on a dime, his head and nose jerking straight up and in the direction of a small clump of woods with a pine in the middle. But after following his nose, it proved empty of birds. Still, it was a good sign.

I’d like to get closer to the river, but it would be at a snail’s pace and I don’t want to lay myself up with a sprained ankle or worse with the trout opener less than a month away. If this shelter in place continues, I’m in the perfect place to take advantage of it.

I haven’t seen anyone in the woods and Gus keeps a six foot distance..

 

THD

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The Jack Pine

There is a virtual highway right in front of the cabin. In fact, one tree it’s perfectly framed by the sliding door wall leading to the deck. It has many branches that go in all directions. I’m talking about the jack pine in the middle of the little woodlot leading to the lake.

Thirty six years ago, when we built the cabin, the jack pine was about five feet tall. We let it stand, though we wanted maples. Since then, maples have taken hold and have far surpassed the jack pine in height. A white pine is in the mix along with poplar. The poplar have taken over in height and overshadow the jack pine causing it to twist and bend around them to reach the sun as it grows. Still, it’s the focus of the woodlot when you look at it through the door wall.

The branches of the trees overlap in spots, creating a runway for several different types of squirrels to race from one tree to another to get to various birdfeeders or just in play with one another. Seamus used to sit on the deck, still as a rock, waiting for one to misjudge a jump and end up on the ground, then pounce from the deck like a flash of light in an attempt to get the squirrel. He never did of course, but he sure had fun trying. Gus, at eight months old, is catching on to the game. He’s a little quicker than Seamus was, I think he might have a chance.

All but the pines are bare now, but as the snow recedes, the remnants of last year’s leaves become visible and in a few weeks will occupy our time getting rid of them. There was a time when that thought would send chills up my spine, but this year, for some reason, I’m looking forward to it.

It’s a sunny day and the squirrels are taking full advantage of it; crisscrossing the highway of branches. Gus too is taking advantage of it. I just hope he remembers there is a glass door between him and the squirrels.

THD

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I Got This!

Heading north this past Saturday we didn’t encounter 100 cars. One hundred might seem like a large number, but not when you realize it’s a four hour trip covering 250 miles and usually has slowdowns due to traffic especially in Oakland County.

Grayling was a straight through shot with only one stop to get gas. I was reminded that Corvid19 was the reason for the sparse activity in Grayling when I discovered the gas station we stopped at closed their bathroom to the public. No big deal for a man, but… The last hour to the cabin was uneventful with even less traffic than on I-75.

We’ve been here for a day and still haven’t seen a person other than at the grocery store. I’m reminded of the early days when we first came to this place before every square inch of property with waterfront was sold and Orchard Lake type homes were build and called cottages – my cabin isn’t one of them.

I watched the sun come up over the hills across the lake like I’ve done for many years before, but today it looked to me like it used to years ago when I had to hoard time to make the trip. Three deer came into sight in front of the cabin slowly meandered past to head for the swamp north of the cabin. Gus saw them too and was interested, so I waited a while before taking him for his morning walk. Up north he gets to run loose, no leash. Unlike Seamus who used to take himself for a run down the lake when he thought I was out of sight, Gus looks for me when he gets too far ahead.

I received a call from work and told part-time was eliminated. That’s me.

Snow is mostly gone around the cabin but still in spots where it accumulated the heaviest over the winter. Later Gus and I will try to get into the woods along the Jordan River. I need to get Gus into some grouse cover, and it appears we’ll have plenty of time this year to hunt bonasa umbellas.  The hunting will begin though, while fishing for brookies in the Jordan this spring, listening for the drumming of  grouse, making a mental not of where it came from so Gus and I can return in October …and that’s a good thing.

THD

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Merry Christmas 

From the both of us!

 

 

 

 

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GUS

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With French Brittany characteristics – black nose and tri-colorings  – Gus is the third Britt to come into our lives. “She Who Must Be Obeyed” finally relented to my pouting and gave her approval to another mouth full of needles under foot.

He has big paws to fill …I think Seamus would approve.

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