Thanksgiving Harvest

I am so grateful tonight.  I have been gifted the life of a buck by the great Creator.

I’d hiked all morning, saw some deer and shot at grouse.  Last night I just planned to drive a mountain trail hoping for another grouse or a rabbit.  I drove slowly around a turn maybe 20 km/hour. There were two big deer. I couldn’t tell if one had horns.  I was out of the Jeep Wrangerlert, having shut off the engine and pulled on the emergency brake.  I was loading 30:06 Nozzler Partition bullets into my Ruger stainless steel rifle seeing where the deer had run down into the recently logged valley.  I had the 3 power scope on the two deer, confirmed one was a doe but the further out one was uncertain. I twisted the scope to 9 power and sure enough.  Antlers! Two points.  A harvest buck.  Using the car hood as a rest I eased the trigger as the buck was just about to bound away.  Their habit of looking back to see who or what was following them had been all it took.  The rifle sounded, blasted really.  The buck fell.  It was down and I didn’t need another shot.  I headed down the valley through the debris and stood there beside the magnificent beast. My shot had landed just inches forwardd of the heart as he was turning to flee as I shot.  He was dead but I fired another round behind the ear into the brain just to be sure. 

It was another incredible moment looking at the culmination of days of hunting and several years since I’d last shot big game. 

My little black and white cockapoo, Madigan had followed me out of the car and now stood keeping his distance looking at this great animals dead.  He was quite in awe of the huge deer , to him, and us the hunters. I was primordial. So much energy and gratitude.

I remembered to take a picture with my Apple I phone then proceed with the field dressing., There was only an hour of light. The work had begun.  Despite all the rush of success that carried me along I was not up to the task of dragging the carcass across the debris the 150 yards back to the Jeep.  I got the first fifty yards done but with night coming on and fear of twisting an ankle and back strain already I didn’t believe I dcould make it. 

I struggled  back to the Jeep and  brought an axe and rope back. It didn’t reach so I halved the deer with my knife using the axe to chop through the spine.  I could drag the hind quarters further but the chest and head were too heavy. I was fading fast with the light and already dependent on headlamps and electric langer.,  I severed the head at the neck then  quartered the hind. My legs were shaking and my chest was heaving with the effort as I  stumbling in the dark over the spree and logs and uncertain ground.  I had a hind quarter and a chest to get back up to the Jeep.  

That’s when the miracle occurred.  

A great grizzly bear of a man stopped his truck.

“You shot a buck?” He asked.

“Yes.”  I was standing looking very worn out beside the Jeep. 

“Would you like a hand?” He asked.

“I surely would,” I said fearing I’d have a heart attack getting the chest and quarter hind out. I’d thought I’d cut away the ribs because I didn’t think I could make an other trip.

Then this angel was heading down to the my lantern telling me to stay and hold the light.  

“I’ll take it from here.’ He said.,

And sure enough to walked down the ravine across the spree and picked up the one quarter with one hand  throwing it over his shoulder and dragging the chest with the other hand like they were a couple of small bags of groceries. Paul Bunyan indeed.  He got half way back brought in the quarter and went back for the front. 

His beautiful black wife was holding the other light. 

“Let’s get these all in the vehicle.”

I had bought a ready body bag on Amazon to keep the Jeep interior as clean as possible and he noticed. This is a body bag.  

“Yea’

Laid on in the interior we put all the parts in there so no blood drained into the interior.

I had the head and horns in the largest green garbage bag.  I put that on the passenger seat floor.

We were standing there, the three of us and a the little dog. I was in awe of this great young man so generous.  

“Can I offer you anything?” I asked

“No,” he said giving me a great hug. “You earned it.’.  

“I’m Kemal and this is Gloria.What is your name?”

“Bill,” I said.

“Will,” he said.

“Bill.”  

“Are you okay to get down the mountain.”  

“Yes, thank you. I really can’t say how much I appreciate the help. It was amazing.”

“You earned it.” He said and then they were gone.

I picked up my leather cowboy hat and climbed into the Jeep.  New to me this Jeep had out performed. I drove down the mountain forest service road slowly.  Very slowly.  At last a I made it to the paved part. I put the safety on the rifle and took the Jeep out of 4WD for the rest of the journey back to town.

It was a glorious night driving down that winding mountain with high beams through the spruce and pine forest. I had my windows down and the scent of pine was strong despite me being covered in deer blood and having profusely sweated with the work I’d done after I shot the buck.  

Back at camp I was still excited. Madigan ran to tell Laura. She came out to see the head an horns.  I changed out of my bloody clothes putting them in a bag separate from the hamper. Even my jacket had blood on it and my sleeve was red like the knees of my jeans.  My back loved the hot water of the shower and I stopped quivering. 

I phoned Victor.  I couldn’t hang the meat because there was no where to hang the quarters at the camp grounds. With Laura and Madigan I’ve been glamping in the Thor Hurricane.

My military vet extraurodianry hunting guide would know what to do. I was all out of energy and ideas.

“ Well done,” He said. “Sumacs Meats. Take it to them in the morning and they’re take care of everything.  Even take the skin off for a few extra dollars.” 

“I ll take you for breakfast.”  I said.

“I’ll be here.”  

I’d have an hour or two drive in the morning. It was only an hour or two away.  I went out to the Jeep and moved the head out of the passenger seat. I lowered the windows a litttle and made sure the body bag was open.  I took the heart and liver back inside.

Cleaned up the heart and most of the liver went into the freezer.

Laura had gone to bed but I stayed up to put oil and choappred onion in a pan. I cubed the liver and fried it up with the garlic and onion.

So delicious!!! Incredible. Incredible.

Madigan shared a piece and was equally enthusiastic.  A great hunt. A marvellous bound.

Thank you God! 

I was home. I was alive. I was exhausted. God had sent me his angel to help an old man.   I climbed into bed Laura had warmed with Madigan joining us. I was feeling such gratitude and peace. But the vibration had quieted and I hoped to get some sleep. My body sunk into the mattress and my mind followed in time. I was still reliving the excitement and the shot.  Another deer at Thanksgiving.  

Thank you deer. Thank you God!

Princeton: Madigan, Laura and I, Glamping and Hunting and working

Each trip in my Thor Hurricane Class A Motorhome is an expedition for me.  Towing the Jeep Wrangler with the DevCon Excalibur hitch is another challenge.  The week before I was to leave I found I’ll lost a part of the hitch which thankfully E&H Hitch Langley had a spare for.  There’s so many moving parts. I keep saying that I need a check list like a pilot has and will eventually get one. By that time I might not need it as I’m getting the routine down.  I have already done this for my Sailing Vessel Giri Departures.  There’s no weighing of the anchor but there’s still stowing.  Then bringing in the slide and lowering the jacks.  Finally I disconnect the seweer, water electricity and stow the Starlink dish.

Laura arrived on the Thursday.  Madigan is ecstatic when she joins us. His other favourite person.  A very good dog week indeed as Peter and Larry returned with their Tiffany Allegro and Madigan’s girlfriend Eva and her sister Luca.  

The trip to Princeton had the one challenge I fore saw. That was coming down the steep mountain side and yes. The jeep shimmied as I did at one point teaching me I even have to go slower. The air alarm sounded once and I just had to put on the ceiling fan and open the window to clear the stale air. I don’t know what causes that but it happens after an hour driving when I’m doing over a hundred. I’m mostly aiming for 80 to 90 km.  Laura was good company, someone to talk with and the miles/kilometers flew by.  

I’d worried about getting into the Princeton Campground but it’s much bigger than I remembered with no difficulties whatsoever.  We’ve been here many times in the last 25 years motorcycle camping and pulling littler trailers, and last with the F350 and Adventurer Camper. The trouble then was I was pulling a trailer with the Honda Rancher quad.  There as a place to disconnect the Jeep and the Thor drove easily into a lovely riverside site with a terrific peaceful view.

I was actually out hunting that evening driving about and getting my first ruffed grouse.  Laura loves Princeton and gambling in the Thor.  The next day Saturday I was up at 6 am and away at 7 with the sun coming up. I’m always singing ‘sun’s coming up and I ‘m riding with Lady Luck’ when I ‘m driving at dawn. Beautiful time of the day.  I’d made thermos of coffee and Madigan was excited in the passenger seat.  Marvellous blue sky wealthier, the rain’s and cold not here year. Just fresh autum weather with fir and pine scented air and mountain logging roads. This is my first time hunting in the mountains and the Jeep is perfect I’d liked it in the Merritt cattle’s country back roads. Here it was even more a delight. I’d been using a quad for several years and it was a please to see the Jeep could do just about everything a quad could do.  Madigan like being up front in the cushioned seat rather than outside behind me in his box on the quad.  He’s a comfort dog.

I’ve my Ruger 30:06 stainless steel rifle for big game. It’s over 30 years old now and still a wonderful firearm. I’m enjoying the Chaippa 20 gu/22 L.combo rifle.  The 20 guage has been the one getting grouse with  7 1/2 shell.  I enjoyed target practicing with the 22 and maybe will try for rabbit with it but the 20 guage head shot is a no brainer no miss. I’m pleased.  A grouse or two a day in the freezer.  

Saturday morning I started late so I could attend my MD2 doctors meeting enjoying listening.  I’m working two a half days a week while on this workcation. Usually I work four days a week so had a Monday and Friday day off.

Each day I see the deer in the town.  I joke and say they get reservations a head during hunting season.  I met a nice young man at a side of the road stop to put safeties on rifles and stow them. He joked that he read about a guy who put out corn in the field with a sign. “This corn is for birds.  Any deer eating it will be shot.”  There were a lot of hunters out this weekend.  He said the mucipality should be putting out traffic signs and lights for the hunter population.  

Getting out hiking in the morning is the first win for me. I’m enjoying my pedometer that tells me I’ve had three days over 10,000 steps, the highest 16 thousand.  My body hurts at the end of the day and I sleep well with robaxin and aspirin.  Madigan loves these hikes, following behind me on the way out then let free to range ahead on the way out. 

When  I shot the grouse he runs ahead and pounced on the bird killing it if it wasn’t already dead.  One grouse had fallen down the ravine so he was kind enough to go down and fetch it back up to the road. I’ve seen deer and had the scope on 3 of 6 I saw in the fields. Unfortunately none had horns but it was a very exciting morning.  I also delighted when I found moose camp with its horrible third world outhouse that was a life saver. I had to go but was having trouble squatting with the tired legs and knees so really appreciated the toilet seat even if I had to scour it with wet ones before I sat down.  Stuff of nightmares but glorious relief.  

Each day is memorable.  Laura and I watch tv at night, mostly Cold Case or Blue Bloods. We did enjoy the first of the new season Marshall’s a spin off from the great Yellowstone series.  Laura reads inside or outside on the lawn chair. The weather has been that warm.  I’ve barbecued steaks when I return.  It’s all very pleasant.  Early to bed and up before dawn. Great dreams. One I was playing with a baby elephant while her mother slept. In another I was trying to get Obama to listen to Trump. I thought that amusing, me as a peacemaker but I’d been reading the story of the war in North Africa and the meeting of Churchill and Roosevelt.  Extraordinary discussions of where to focus troop concentrations, Mediterranean , Pacific, English Chanel. Stalin couldn’t join them in Casablanca because the Stalingrad battle was full on.  An Army at Dawn by Atkinson.  So there it was popping into my unconscious.  Good dreams and so peaceful out here away from the city.

Thank you Jesus. Thank you God. Thank you Holy Spirit!!!

Journal, Laura and Madigan, Burnaby Autumn

Laura has driven home after a couple of weeks here. She left in her little red Smart Car with Madigan whining to see her leave.  

She had the flu the first week she was here.  Her boss was down too and her clinic was closed so she spent the week here with me feeing her soup and barbecues and her steadily getting better with Madigan’s nursing.

I’d had the motorhome in for the engine compressor replacement and work on the Hvacs system.  I’ve one more trip to Langley at the end of October and my hotorhome should be prepared for the trip south in Decemember. 

I had realized I lost a peg for the Demcon Excalibur Hitch and was so so pleased that E&H Hitch in Langley had a spare. I drove out there and collected it so that our hunting trip next week is still on.  With the hitch I’m able to pull the jeep behind the Thor Motorhome. I’ll drive up to the country and Laura will be able to stay in the motorhome while Madigan and I go out each day in the jeep to park beside trails to hike in search of bucks and grouse.

I was aghast that I’d lost this price of the puzzle through stupidity.

I’ve continue to work.  It’s about 30 ours a week and I really enjoy  many of my patients and am thankful for the opportunity to be of service.,  

This weekend I’ve been for a swim and today Madigan and I did the Burnaby lake walk

I’ve finished read Defenders of the West by Ibrahim telling the story of the crusades.  There are so many lies about Palestine and ‘religion of peace’ and Iran.  Islam invade Iran and killed the Zoroastrians. The Middle East was mostly Christian but the Muslims raped, killed enslaved and subjugated country after country til Godfrey fought back . Then it was a series of defensive responses with Cyd pushes the Muslims out of Spain after there years of terror. Then the Turks genocided the Americans and Hungarians and Vlad the Impaler pushed back.  The Islam invasions were reigns of terror with millions murdered and countless enslaved and boys taken in to make the next army.  The Taliban and Hammas are simply continuing the Jihadist core of the religion. The moderate Muslims are looked down on by groups like the Muslim Brotherhood . Sharia law is primitive and in part barbaric.  Yet that’s being promoted and Obama thought to be Muslim seen as a Trojan horse. Now Carney says Canadian values are Muslim values and it’s all so irritating. The Pope says we can co exist but there’s no evidence of this as Islam does not separate church and state and promotes totalitarianism as does communism the religion of aetheism. The is no secular space in these tyrannies. 

I’m reading medieval history and seeing King Charles pontificating like an old dinosaur.  Muslims invade Malaysia. Thailan’s king is thought sacred.  It’s all politics and it really does at times seem like Neo medievalism

I read an hour a day of social media especially enjoying the jokes and the beautiful women in bikinis/. My favourite joke this week was , a man tells the doctor his eyes are sore and water whenever he has sex and the doctor replies he must be allergic to pepper sprang.

I am still reading Evelyn Underwood’s Mystics of the Church.  Somewhere I have the book 20 influencail Christian’s and I’m making my way slowly through that.

With Laura here I read a lot.  I also barbecued steak and pork chops and burgers from Frull Basket Burchers in New Westminster. At night we watched more episodes of Blue Bloods and the conclusion of Reacher.

I’m a bit burnt out and looking forward to a couple of weeks hunting. I will still work 2 an half day a week rather than 4 days a week. I’m really looking forward to driving south . It a couple of thousand km and I only can drive 3-4 hours a day so it’s about 4 days of steady driving. I’m going straight to Palm Springs and Laura is flying in to join us for a few weeks over Christmas.  When I’m working virtual from the south it seems it’s less ‘busy’.  I continue to pay the bank.  I’m thankful that I can get out of the winter wetness and into the desert believing it protects my lungs and keeps me alive.  

I’ve really enjoyed my men’s meeting Wednesday and this week I had the Saturday morning MD2 Idaa recovery meeting and the WCDIR recovery meeting this morning.  I like the description of prayer putting one into a complementary wavelength. I certainly appreciate prayer and meditation. I also like gratitude a lot. 

Thannk you Jesus for this wonderful fall day, the sunshine and blue sky.  Thank you

God

There is one God, God of Gods.  

Homosexuality and Reproduction

Homosexuality, men having sex with men, is principally an issue for the family and community if there is exclusivity.  Bisexuality has never been such and issue. Lesbianism similarly, though quite common, does not pose a threat to the family or community except where there is exclusivity.

Throughout history reproduction has been associated with increase in the size of the family and tribe.  Children were viewed historically as ‘tools’not as the ‘pets’ they are to many today.  The same was true of dogs and cats. Their purpose was to serve the parents, family, and community. 

The larger the family the greater the wealth and protection.  Anything that conflicted with this was ‘taboo’.  Hence homosexuality wasn’t about the form of intercourse or even anal or oral sex.  Homoxexuality and lesbians were normal in ancient religions, in Hinduism, (see the temple carvings), in animism, in Islam and Greec e and Egypt and certainly in Africa.  The issue for the family is the refusal to reproduce not the act per se.  Where men and women were bisexual there was no issue.  

All discussion of LGBT must to be responsible consider that ‘selfishness’ is at issue.  Parents wanting a dynasty are challenged by children wanting same sex relationships.  Even today Islam with its multiple wives and sex with men and women but promotion of the reproductive female and the slave girls is productions twice the population that other religions are producing.  They openly say they will win the war for religions by superior reproduction.  Bisexuality and even bestiality were not uncommon in anxient times but women reproduced and more wives and younger wives and slave girls ment larger armies.  Bisexuality was accepted as long as reproduction carried forward.  Refusal of men and women to reproduce was however an issue for the family and community and survival of the army and empire.  

Journal, Burnaby, THOR. E&H Hitch. Jeep

Carney is preparing for war with the US.  His fear mongering about climate change has fizzled with Suzuki saying no one listens to him anymore. The Arctic remains there despite all Al Gore’s hot air and Greta’s pubescent UN heat. Now his wife is stirring up trouble in the Oceans and Hillary’s friend George Soros continues to want to destroy western civilization in exchange for sharia communism.

I’ve lost a metal plate for towing my jeep and am waiting for E&H hitch to let me known if they have another.  Laura and I are booked to drive to Princeton for deer hunting next Friday.

I dreamed I rode my e bicycle straight up and got off just short of the pinnacle.  My dreams are generally good, optimistic and positive.

I think of my family in heaven.  There is less time ahead of me than behind me.

I’ve a good life.  I work and walk the dog and eat and pay bills and taxes.  My motorhome is mortgaged.  My Jeep has a year of payments left.  Liquidated today I’d pay for them and be even.  I have no big reserve. I was working because I wanted to but some days I feel indentured.  Then I remember I’m going south in my motorhome for 2-3 months this winter. My camper is repaired in storage. I’d just need a truck to take it out but I hope to sell it in the spring once I’ve cleaned it out.  My Vespa isn’t selling and my friend can’t unload by inflatable and trailer.  I’ve downsized.  

I work Monday to Thursday and do errands Friday.  I’ve another trip to Ford to finish the repairs on the Thor engine. That’s when I return from Princeton.  I had a half dozen Fridays in the lounge of jeep or Ford and some more in the lounge of Traveland.  Maintenance of equipment is a major issue in life.  I wonder what the apartment dwellers do with all the time.  I imagine later in life I’ll opt for a fixed dwelling either this motorhome or a side by side with yard for the dog.  That’s years ahead.  I have friends working till they’re 80.  If I was independently wealthy I might travel instead.

My friend John and Jennifer went on a safari last year and I was envious. I know envy is a sin so I was happy for them . I felt self pity through when I saw the Egyptian Christian tour for 2 weeks for $10,000. It would be safe to go as a tour. I include Laura but that’s cost and Madigan is central to all my plans.  Laura often takes care of him so I can go to medical conferences. I think the IDAA in Miami next may be on the agenda. I so enjoyed the Pacific Psychopharmacology Conference. 

I’m muddling along in work.  I imagine many other Canadian doctors, especially those more burnt out are just getting by too.  

It rained all night. Wet this morning. Laura took Madigan for a walk and he pooped.  

I’m reading Defenders of the West by Ibrahim , the history of the people who kept back the invasion of the Muslims even now as hoards of military aged men rape their way through the west with the support of the corrupt governments.  England has fallen with France but there’s hope that Germany will rise.  I don’t like Carney.  He’s a Brookfield CEO stripping Canada of its assets and soul. I don’t like WEF and all the other Neo communist institutions.

I”m healthy. My back was sore in the night. I put Voltarin on around 5 am. It’s most like rheumatism and rain and change of weather. I phoned the chiropractor Dr. REady but he had already closed his office on Thursday.  

I;ve prayed and meditated.  I liked my Wednesday Men’s meeting seeing George and Neil and Terry and Jack and Mario and Marty and the lot.  I feel a part of community.  I’ve a health care meeting on Saturday morning and a Western Canada Doctors in Recovery meeting Sunday.  I’m looking forward to getting to church with our new minister soon. When I get back from Princeton . I so hope that E&Hwill find a part.  They;re part of a kit but I really hope they  are sold separately and I’ll have it so I can go hunting Friday,. I’m tired and really looking forward to the drive south. The hunting is exercise and I’m enjoying that I’ve stopped gaining weight and am losing a little then I binge on peanut butter sandwiches.  Gaining weight is easy with sedentary work but losing weight is a challenge.

Laura and I will be in Palm Springs for Christmas.  I am blessed.  I’m alive . My family is well.  Laura ‘s family is well. Madigan is crazy but physically healthy.  I’m grateful.

Thank you God for all your blessings. Thank you for this day. Thank you for my family and friends and pets and those in heavens and here and help me know thy will and have the courage and power to carry it out.  Help me be less judgemental and more humble and kinder.  Thank you Lord for this day. Thank you Lord for E&H  and Thor and Jeep and the DevCon hitch system.  Thank you that I’ve learned this lesson here rather than in some distant place .  Thank you all your blessings.  Thank you for the fond memories.  Thank you for the people and places.

May I know you more clearly God. May I serve you still. Thank you Jesus. 

Journal, Burnaby, Thursday, Autumn

Thank you for this day. Thank you for my dog, Madigan, even his walking over my face this morning.

Thank you for the Apple phone and the waking alarm song, Holy Holy, Holy.

Thank you for indoor plumbing. Thank you for water and razors and shaving cream and soap. Thank you for fresh laundered towels.

Thank you for Merry Maids, the two beautiful young ladies that came to clean my place yesterday leaving it all fresh and touched by their grace. I felt cared for sleeping in clean sheets and especially appreciated their meticulous cleaning of my floors and surfaces. Madigan is a filthy roommate and walks on tables and drugs his butt across the floor. It is a joy to know for hours I will experience civilization and a hygenic home.

Thank you for my Thor Motorhome from Traveland which I have thanks to Scotiabank which has served me for so many decades.

Thank you for Doc Side Medical Clinic and my being paid this week so that I could pay the debt I accrued this week to pay this last month’s taxes which are so excuciating given the sloth and corruption and decadence we daily hear of in our leadership who even get a pass on even child sexual acts and inside trading. 

Thank you for my father and mother. Thank you for my brother. Thank you for my family and the community I grew up in. Thank you for Fort Garry. Thank you for my high school and college and university. Thank you for the church and Boy Scouts and the YMCA. Thank you for the Manitoba Theatre School and Ken Mathews’s Dance SChool. Thank you for baseball, hockey, volleyball, racketball, ping pong and martial arts.  Thank you for horse back riding, bicycles and motorhomes.,

Thank you for my Jeep today and my  Trek.

Thank you for my accountant Anil Auluck. Thank you for Dam’s Ford Service.

Thank you for may Apple IPhone 17 and the exciting anticipation of getting and iPhone 18

Thank you for tech

Thank you for tv and stories. I really appreciated Guy Ritchie. Thank you for his movies. Thank you for Reacher and the exciting conclusion. Thank you for novels and reading. Thank you for clothing. Thank you for food and refridgerators.

Thank you for rifles and shotguns.

Thanky you for paintings and painter.

Thannk you for scientists, engineers, inventors and artists.

Thank you so many blessings. 

Thank you God. Thank you for prayer and meditation.  Thank you for your guidance. Thank you Jesus Christ.