tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post5697852616923035984..comments2024-03-28T09:30:07.343-04:00Comments on I Think; Therefore, I Yam: Hunting for Something to Write AboutSusan Flett Swiderskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-61382959303602475382013-12-09T22:34:35.504-05:002013-12-09T22:34:35.504-05:00Thanks, Terra. I'm glad you liked it.Thanks, Terra. I'm glad you liked it.Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-73128485887989835112013-12-09T17:56:35.806-05:002013-12-09T17:56:35.806-05:00This was a way fun post; I liked the old guy shoot...This was a way fun post; I liked the old guy shooting his first turkey and scaring the other customers in the frozen foods section. Oh, and the photo of the fox right behind the beagle. Good ones.Terra https://www.blogger.com/profile/04396481049075747940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-13995761336038255912013-12-08T10:23:03.284-05:002013-12-08T10:23:03.284-05:00Yeah, me, too. He saw an owl sweep down and grab a...Yeah, me, too. He saw an owl sweep down and grab a squirrel from up close and personal, and saw other animals scampering all around him. I guess they sensed he would do them no harm.Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-46723253251447591082013-12-08T10:20:17.707-05:002013-12-08T10:20:17.707-05:00Oh, I know it's a true story. About the chicke...Oh, I know it's a true story. About the chickens running around without a head. My grandfather had a small poultry farm, and I will NEVER forget the sight of the headless chickens. He strung them up by the neck on what looked like a clothesline, and went down the line whacking off heads. I only saw him do it once, but once was more than enough. <br /><br />Later on, my father would make me hold the bucket while he drained the blood from a duck. (YUK!) He'd wring their necks and slit them, and then give the fresh blood to a Polish friend, who used it to make soup. (No kidding!)<br /><br />Yeah, I prefer the grocery store aisles, too. "Where the sandwiches roam"... good one!Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-20974027119163171282013-12-08T05:25:50.097-05:002013-12-08T05:25:50.097-05:00I think I would be like your son, go hunting and j...I think I would be like your son, go hunting and just wander in the woods and appreciate the landscape and nature and not shoot. The woman who wanted to move the deer crossing sign sounds like a sweet person. Not sure about her reasoning, but she sounds sweet. TBMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12062603677194826834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-69524220424856491212013-12-07T21:56:24.921-05:002013-12-07T21:56:24.921-05:00I knew I wasn't cut out for hunting or killing...I knew I wasn't cut out for hunting or killing for food when I was still a kid. My mother used to start Sunday dinner by hacking off the head of one of our chickens on Saturday. It was my job to hold the chicken's legs while my mother held the chicken by the beak as she chopped through the neck. Well, the poor chicken was so scared it pooped. And I was so scared of getting chicken poop on my fingers that I let go. And so this six-year old had to watch in horror as a chicken without a head ran around the yard... True story.<br /><br />Now I only hunt in grocery stores, 'cuz that's where the sandwiches roam. :-)<br />Pixel Peeperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17553862902461169270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-10436367122225119082013-12-06T12:56:43.725-05:002013-12-06T12:56:43.725-05:00Oops. Never mind. I'm not on Google Plus, so y...Oops. Never mind. I'm not on Google Plus, so your blog wouldn't let me leave a comment, and I didn't see anywhere to sign on there as a follower. (But I did follow you on Twitter!)Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-75766532975231533172013-12-06T12:50:03.312-05:002013-12-06T12:50:03.312-05:00Hi-ya, Sandy. I've seen you over on Leanna'...Hi-ya, Sandy. I've seen you over on Leanna's blog before! Thanks for stopping by.<br /><br />Tell ya what, I'm so far out of it, I don't even know what GFC is. But I'd be happy to stop by your blog, and sign on there as a follower. We can do FB and Twitter, too, if you like. (I know what THEY are, but I'm not terribly active with either.)Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-4445040661871101152013-12-04T22:24:37.123-05:002013-12-04T22:24:37.123-05:00Love this post
Will you like to follow each other...Love this post<br /><br />Will you like to follow each other on GFC, FB or Twitter?<br />Love<br />New Post: <a href="http://www.sandysandhu.blogspot.com/2013/12/prom-dresses.html#.Up6h7lCsiSo" rel="nofollow"> Fashion Talks</a><br />New Giveaway: <a href="http://www.sandysandhu.blogspot.com/2013/11/dressale-giveaway.html#.UpK4uVCsiSo" rel="nofollow"> Fashion Talks</a><br /><br />sandy sandhuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02591324965760123827noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-8985072905843781812013-12-04T16:55:13.960-05:002013-12-04T16:55:13.960-05:00Fishing's good. Heck, I can be happy as a pig ...Fishing's good. Heck, I can be happy as a pig in the mud with a fishing pole in my hands. Just lay back and be lulled by the gentle rocking of the boat... (I don't even care if there's no bait on the hook!)Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-22095256086603958782013-12-04T16:47:29.862-05:002013-12-04T16:47:29.862-05:00Are you familiar with the Blue Collar Comedy conce...Are you familiar with the Blue Collar Comedy concerts? It's Bill Engvall, Rom White, Jeff Foxworthy, and Larry the Cable Guy. When the four of them get together and do their routines, it is hilarious. <br /><br />I've almost finished shopping, but haven't wrapped anything yet. Haven't done any baking yet, either. Gotta make cookies, if nothing else.Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-74938102542075810852013-12-04T16:32:42.921-05:002013-12-04T16:32:42.921-05:00I'm glad to hear it; maybe I'll have to ta...I'm glad to hear it; maybe I'll have to talk about Smarticus more often. <br /><br />No, we don't watch that show. (I know! Shocking, isn't it?) But I hear he did very well.Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-20404227690014771842013-12-04T16:23:19.934-05:002013-12-04T16:23:19.934-05:00Very punny, Manzie. Oh yeah, that's right... y...Very punny, Manzie. Oh yeah, that's right... you live in a paradise state for hunters. And a paradise state for non-hunters, too. (At least, that's how I imagine it.)Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-20318682978492325772013-12-04T09:05:29.421-05:002013-12-04T09:05:29.421-05:00Cute! Nope, nary a hunter at this house, though w...Cute! Nope, nary a hunter at this house, though we do love to fish. You rounded us up some cute pictures and videos, thank you for the smiles.<br /><br />Hugs,<br /><br />Kathy M.Oregon Gifts of Comfort and Joyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07171271956883698673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-60344216879676315202013-12-04T09:01:34.009-05:002013-12-04T09:01:34.009-05:00I think with a lot of guys, the older they get, th...I think with a lot of guys, the older they get, the less they go hunting. Like my hubby said, once all the kids were out of the house, he didn't have any reason to escape to the woods to find peace and quiet. Other men keep at it, year after year, until they can't hack it any more. If your father-in-law has enjoyed it for so many years, I hope he feels up to hitting the woods again next year.<br /><br />(Me, too!)Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-66301115626066000442013-12-04T08:14:01.766-05:002013-12-04T08:14:01.766-05:00Well, of COURSE I've missed you! (I've bee...Well, of COURSE I've missed you! (I've been hunting everywhere...)<br /><br />HA! I hope Penny gave them a good chase. Friends of ours had a couple ferrets. Those miserable little buggers were sharp-toothed ankle-biters. (The ferrets, not our friends.)Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-34010272917563363662013-12-04T08:08:51.270-05:002013-12-04T08:08:51.270-05:00Well, they don't actually kill "out of jo...Well, they don't actually kill "out of joy". Most hunt to put meat in their freezers. Some hunt to help thin the herds in overpopulated areas.<br /><br />Thanks for stopping by, Tamina. Nice to meet you.Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-26982702273408879212013-12-04T07:01:18.196-05:002013-12-04T07:01:18.196-05:00I love Bill Engvall. I'm going to have to find...I love Bill Engvall. I'm going to have to find more of his stuff. <br />I haven't done much Christmas shopping yet, it's all going to be gift cards this year, so there's no rush. I'll bake the mince pies the week before Christmas, then I'll be ready. Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-22056993870409331362013-12-04T02:39:54.317-05:002013-12-04T02:39:54.317-05:00I always look forward to your anecdotes about &quo...I always look forward to your anecdotes about "Smarticus!" Did you see your friend Bill on Dancing With The Stars? That man sure is popular.<br /><br />JulieEmpty Nest Insiderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10074223969046687064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-57643413084451303152013-12-04T00:34:06.914-05:002013-12-04T00:34:06.914-05:00For not knowing what to write, you sure did a bang...For not knowing what to write, you sure did a bang-up job. (pun intended)<br />Your jokes were hilarious. I'm still laughing. Hunting is a way of life in Montana. Everyone wants their elk. So be it!!!Manzanitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06467261212623663365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-55527684977331884042013-12-03T20:12:49.961-05:002013-12-03T20:12:49.961-05:00Hubby used to go hunting with his dad, brother, an...Hubby used to go hunting with his dad, brother, and friends of his dad every year. The older he gets, the less he goes. His dad got real sick (heart) about a year ago, he's ok now but he didn't go hunting this year. First time he's missed in 50 years, or so they say. :) I'm not a good companion for hunting, I can't stand to see anything hurt or killed and would probably tell Bambi to run. mail4roseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17850985344834209198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-6538410885427142992013-12-03T20:02:35.646-05:002013-12-03T20:02:35.646-05:00Hey Susan,
Have you missed me? Yes? No? Who is...Hey Susan,<br /><br />Have you missed me? Yes? No? Who is this commenter? Anyway, I don't hunt. Okay, I hunt for compliments. Or is that fish for compliments. You never know, there might be a compliment lurking in the bushes, or hiding behind that coral reef.<br /><br />Yes, I obviously need some sleep. I can tell you that my lovely son once decided it would be a really good idea to bring home a ferret. Not such a good idea when a certain Jack Russell dog suddenly remembered the hunting history of Jack Russell dogs and chasing ferrets....<br /><br />That's it. I'm done here....<br /><br />Gary :)klahaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08613505424843475639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-51377186027855307602013-12-03T19:43:33.380-05:002013-12-03T19:43:33.380-05:00can't really understand why people like to go ...can't really understand why people like to go hunting ... killing out of joyTaminahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00730178215928737319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-81601201696371193532013-12-03T16:42:38.148-05:002013-12-03T16:42:38.148-05:00And I hope you find!And I hope you find!Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034142332858737641.post-63194833869126804062013-12-03T16:42:20.505-05:002013-12-03T16:42:20.505-05:00The frozen ones are tossed out of a helicopter by ...The frozen ones are tossed out of a helicopter by Les Nessman, WKRP in Cincinnatti. (Or are you too young to remember that?)Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.com