Laugh Tracks in the Dust 11-22-10
I’m writing this column on a drizzly, cold Veterans Day. I’m reminded that this day to honor our military forces wuz changed from Armistice Day to Veterans Day by the diligent efforts of a shoe salesman in nearby Emporia, Kan. His name escapes me at this moment, but the fact is a note of historical pride for Emporia.
Speaking of veterans, a few weeks ago I helped a Chase County rancher ship his feeder cattle. The buyer representative wuz Bill Broadie, who I’ve mentioned before is the driving force behind the All-American Beef Battalion (AABB).
The AABB is a group of highly dedicated beef and allied industry volunteers who feed good ol’ U.S.-raised beef steaks to U.S. military forces returning from deployment, preparing for deployment, or recovering Wounded Warriors.
To date, the AABB – through its Steaks For Troops program – have fed steaks to more than 50,000 personnel at military bases in more than 14 states. The AABB volunteers travel hundreds of miles to cook the steaks, pulling or hauling their massive steak grills that can cook 400 to 800 steaks at a time, plus the side dishes that will be served at that location.
I’ll add that the entire voluntary AABB operation is funded only through donations. It costs the U.S. military next to zero. Broadie, himself a wounded warrior from the Vietnam War, works tirelessly to find funds, sponsors, and volunteers for AABB. He noted that he sometimes accepts invitations to feed troops when the money is not in the charitable organization’s bank account, but he said, “The Good Lord has always provided.”
If you want to be part of the Good Lord’s provisions to help Broadie and AABB, all the information for an online donation is on the AABB’s website at http://www.SteaksForTroops.com. Or if you want to send a check, the address is All American Beef Battalion, P.O. Box 458, Ashland, Kan., 67831.
With the deer season right around the corner, my friend Mocephus brought his trail camera down to Damphewmore Acres to see how many whitetails are moving through.
Well, we got pictures of a fat fawn, the butt-ends to two does and one buck, and a kind of washed out profile of a really nice buck.
I wuz hoping to get a picture of a middle-sized buck I saw last week that has no antlers on the right side of his head. I have no idea how he lost half his antlers, but I’d guess he came out on the short end of a tangle with a much bigger buck.
I got a cute wildlife related story sent to me last week. It’s not only cute, but has a moral to it, too, that we all can learn from.
It was the coldest winter ever. Many animals died because of the cold. The porcupines, realizing the situation, decided to group together in one den. This way they got a measure of protection from the elements, but not from themselves. Huddled together for warmth, their quills wounded their closest companions even though they gave off heat to each other.
After awhile, they decided to distance themselves one from the other and they began to die, alone and frozen. So they had to make a choice: Either accept the prickly quills of their companions or face extinction from the Earth.
Wisely, they decided to go back to huddling together. This way they learned to live with the little wounds that were caused by their close friends and companions, but most important, from their mutual heat, they survived to carry on their lives.
Moral of the story: The best relationship is not the one that brings together perfect people, but the best is when each individual learns to live with the imperfections of others and can admire the other person’s good qualities.
Put more simply, it helps you learn to live with all the little prickles in your life!
Got another Ole joke sent to me. Ole wuz duck hunting and killed a coot by mistake, but he saw that the coot had a metal band on its leg. It wuz one of the waterfowl banded by the U.S. Department of the Interior to tag migratory birds, but Ole didn’t know that fact.
Written on the band was “Wash. Biol. Surv.”, followed by the street address of the Washington Biological Survey.
So Ole, morally obligated not to waste harvested game, took the coot home and had Lena cook it according to the instructions on the band. That experience prompted Ole to write a letter to Washington, D.C.
It read: Dear Sirs: While out hunting last week I shot one coots. I followed the cooking instructions on the leg tag and I want to tell you, it was horrible.”
Well, this ol’ coot is gonna call it quits for this week. Have a good ‘un.
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