55 Days to go��..





This was one of the best kill threads of the year. If I recall, the deer was shot in back foot and had to be tracked for over 3 miles. Can you name the homosexual looking Aldeer member on the right???

If I guess it what do I win?

4 free tickets to the annual �Walker Co Weiner Festival���Donated courtesy of our mystery member.

I believe our contestant maybe rethinking his decision to hit the buzzer so quickly�..C�mon beadlescomb, time�s running out�..5 seconds��


Name that Aldeer member!

CNC, you are ridiculous.

Carry on.

It�s all in good fun���.

Oh, I enjoy it. I just thought I would point that out.

I think you�re wanting those tickets is what I think�..What about it? For the tickets AND an opportunity to play in our bonus round for a very special mystery prize���.



Can you name that Aldeer member?

I just realized a couple weeks ago that the new hunting shows have started. I've got a lot recording now. Love watching the giants they kill.

I hear you. I�ve been watching them too. As much as I hate them sometimes, I still love to watch �em this time of year. Gets me fired up.


Let�s pause 10 seconds for station identification and a word from today�s sponsor����

Today�s episode has been brought to you by��..The Texas Heart Shots Association���where we say�.


�When that buck turns to run, start reachin� for your gun!���..





Now back to our show!

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This morning�s picture is brought to us again by The Texas Heart Shots Association��where we say���If he�s leavin� fast, just shoot him in the ass.�




Moving along��This is one of my favorite pics from last season entitled �Pirogue Riders�.

One of my favorite pics from last year too. Just looks like a place you want to go. And a great ride out.

Yep....and that's deadly entry and exit strategy too. It doesn't get much better than that.

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Mathew 7�.1-5

�Do not judge, or you too will be judged. 2 For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.

3 �Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother�s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? 4 How can you say to your brother, �Let me take the speck out of your eye,� when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? 5 You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother�s eye."

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A short story this morning for any young fathers out there......


�FATHER FORGETS"..... W. Livingston


Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside. These are the things I was thinking, son:

I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor. At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, �Goodbye, Daddy!� and I frowned, and said in reply, �Hold your shoulders back!�

Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before your friends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive�and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father! Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. �What is it you want?� I snapped. You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.

Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding�this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years. And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed! It is a feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: �He is nothing but a boy�a little boy!� I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother�s arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.

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�If there is any one secret of success, it lies in the ability to get the other person�s point of view and see things from that person�s angle as well as from your own.�

---Henry Ford

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�I reckon most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.�

---Abraham Lincoln

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�I shall pass this way but once; any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer nor neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.�

---- Stephen Grellet