Friday, August 28, 2009

A new begining

Looking at the date of my last entry here, I see that it has been a little over a year since my last post. I suppose I could blame that on several things, but foremost among them would be the loss of 2 dogs so close together, and nearly losing another. It kind of took the wind out of my sails. Losing Kelly was to be expected, he was an old dog; but losing Dove and nearly losing Bear too to poison was quite a blow. I never found out who did that, and probably never will.

Now, over a year later, things are looking up. Of course Sadie is the old dog now. She will be 14 years old in December. For a dog her age she still looks pretty good here in the yard, but she tires easily. She will never see the day when she can go out with a horse again, and who knows how much longer she will be here. Bear will turn 7 years old in November, so it is time to bring on another pup. The photo above shows a litter, 3 days old when the picture was taken. They belong to a friend in Oregon, and are sired by a son of my old Kelly. I am told that 1 of the males has my name on it, so this will be a grandson of Kelly. It will arrive here sometime in November, about 3 months old by then.

I have done some small game hunting, and predator calling to the camera locally, but I haven’t set up a summer camp in the mountains in the last 2 years. This is largely due to losing a good partner to medical problems. I camped all one summer and part of the previous summer by myself, and then decided to stay home for awhile. I planted a garden as much to keep me occupied as anything else, but when the triple digit temperatures hit here in the valley I was really longing to be camped somewhere in the high country. I miss the mountains too! I’ve pretty much decided to scrap the garden next summer and head back to the mountains. Now my old buddy is making noises about doing the same thing, so maybe we will get back to the old way of doing things. At least that is the plan at this time.

As of this writing, this year’s garden is winding down. The tomatoes are still producing, and I have yet to dig my potatoes. Small game season is just around the corner, and that is time to pick wild berries on the mountain too, for my year’s supply of jelly, jam, and syrup. Cooler weather will mean time to do some predator calling. Right now there is a fire raging in some of my old stomping grounds in the Marble Mountain Wilderness Area, a supposedly “controlled burn” set by the Forest Service that got out of hand. Hopefully we will have some rain soon, enough to put it out.

I really don’t know who, if anyone, reads what I write here, and maybe I am just writing it for myself; but I will make an effort to keep this journal more up to date in the future. If nothing else it is a diary of sorts that I may enjoy looking back over in the future. To those who might actually read this, I hope you enjoy some of my scribbling.