tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post2652897995698981983..comments2024-01-21T03:30:35.366-05:00Comments on Standing Outside Looking In: A RambleStephenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-90329850296561302952013-09-21T12:10:39.006-04:002013-09-21T12:10:39.006-04:00Indeed they do, at least the good memories...thank...Indeed they do, at least the good memories...thanks, my friend. Are you back among us?Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-55217574395606147032013-09-21T12:09:55.210-04:002013-09-21T12:09:55.210-04:00Thank you, my lovely friend. I slip into my old sw...Thank you, my lovely friend. I slip into my old sweater often of late.Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-82353776266911393632013-09-21T12:08:43.439-04:002013-09-21T12:08:43.439-04:00Yes, regrettably....but hey, we've moments sti...Yes, regrettably....but hey, we've moments still. Thank you, my good friend. Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-38832413555204087582013-09-21T12:07:58.480-04:002013-09-21T12:07:58.480-04:00Bless you, and thanks, Dear Sandy.Bless you, and thanks, Dear Sandy.Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-69922028449456375962013-09-21T12:07:30.777-04:002013-09-21T12:07:30.777-04:00Peace is where we find it...be it a full sail or w...Peace is where we find it...be it a full sail or warm shotgun. Thank you, my good friend.Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-83614993030129163242013-09-21T12:05:56.555-04:002013-09-21T12:05:56.555-04:00Thanks, my friend...I too miss the cornfields. I w...Thanks, my friend...I too miss the cornfields. I was an adult when I first stalked the stalks...and the pheasant rise had a way of putting my heart in my throat. Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-16236521267492548322013-09-21T12:04:31.216-04:002013-09-21T12:04:31.216-04:00Thank you, my friend....it was my pleasure. Thank you, my friend....it was my pleasure. Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-62910894696208659762013-09-21T12:04:02.334-04:002013-09-21T12:04:02.334-04:00Thank you for the nice compliment...I do so miss t...Thank you for the nice compliment...I do so miss those vignettes of joy. Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-79390664914061993352013-09-21T12:02:44.323-04:002013-09-21T12:02:44.323-04:00Your Dad understood the hunt wasn't necessaril...Your Dad understood the hunt wasn't necessarily the kill. Thanks, my friend.Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-89890542199042023292013-09-20T23:20:18.851-04:002013-09-20T23:20:18.851-04:00Great story! Memories like that stick with us for...Great story! Memories like that stick with us forever!!!Old NFOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16404197287935017147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-75660773907679285672013-09-20T21:54:19.014-04:002013-09-20T21:54:19.014-04:00Funny what jogs memories. A scent. A sound. Or eve...Funny what jogs memories. A scent. A sound. Or even the weather. We tend to remember more of the good stuff as we get older. The bad moments aren't worth dwelling on anymore anyway. Recalling those good times is like wearing an old sweater. Comfortable and savoring it's warmth. Good story, Stephen.Chickenmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02978826295959619815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-78600727721269009292013-09-20T20:52:56.662-04:002013-09-20T20:52:56.662-04:00I think the best part of our lives are behind us.
...I think the best part of our lives are behind us.<br />Harry Flashmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05071021900005041592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-34421818468058081772013-09-20T17:42:49.591-04:002013-09-20T17:42:49.591-04:00Stephen,
Now I hate to say it, your post is a Kod...Stephen,<br /><br />Now I hate to say it, your post is a Kodak moment in time.<br />Sandy Livesayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06183449816586125720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-39298399812905362682013-09-20T17:08:02.569-04:002013-09-20T17:08:02.569-04:00You almost make me regret skipping hunting season ...You almost make me regret skipping hunting season to go sailing this fall. <br /><br />. . . almost. <br /><br />Next year, god willing.Sixbearshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15572224383041421400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-51585125238568989442013-09-20T16:09:17.097-04:002013-09-20T16:09:17.097-04:00Beautiful post, Stephen.
I never cared for duck h...Beautiful post, Stephen.<br /><br />I never cared for duck hunting. I went a few times with my Dad and Uncles, but didn't like the cold and the wet,<br /><br />But pheasant hunting....OH YEAH!<br /><br />Out tromping around through the freshly harvested fields, dogs sniffing and scouting, beautiful autumn days and afternoons, big homemade lunches, and yep, that "doctored" coffee!<br /><br />And we always got our limit, thanks to my Uncle Don's great dogs.drjimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05647484115197408897noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-14102989255821309952013-09-20T16:08:45.487-04:002013-09-20T16:08:45.487-04:00Time stands still for memories like that.
Thanks...Time stands still for memories like that. <br /><br />Thanks for sharing. Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15969361446367636746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-59271489594057804332013-09-20T13:42:56.378-04:002013-09-20T13:42:56.378-04:00That's a great memory; thanks for sharing. It ...That's a great memory; thanks for sharing. It puts me in mind of all those whitetail seasons with my bro-in-law. Good weather, bad weather, rain, snow, whatever ... the joy was in being out in the woods, the fresh air, the thermos of coffee, and the various critters just cream on top.Rev. Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04588179227576383679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507051756134115711.post-28705621132852976712013-09-20T13:30:57.845-04:002013-09-20T13:30:57.845-04:00Thank you for sharing.
I have many fond memories ...Thank you for sharing.<br /><br />I have many fond memories with my dad and brother duck hunting.<br /><br />One in which my brother had been teasing my dad about not shooting, so the next bird on the right flight path was shot. Its flight path was such that my brother had to turn or risk a painful hit to his groin...Palm City Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00919999627780224106noreply@blogger.com