Tuesday, November 22, 2011
My husband and I have been married 17 years! Truly amazing…given we are complete opposites.
I’m the type who never puts the cap back on the toothpaste, wipes the fog off my window shield with my hand, the only place I ever show up on time is court … and that’s because jail scares me, and believe letting my kids eat cake for breakfast makes me the best Mom in the world!
My husband, on the other hand …well, let’s say is a little more rule-oriented.
I recently found out he has folders at his office with all our children’s names on them, and in them places their extracurricular schedules, their grades and all the print outs their teachers send us. (I call them the “when I divorce Angel – I am so going to win custody files.”) He shows up for everything exactly on time, remembers everybody’s name, and his side of the closet looks like a picture out of a Brooks Brothers catalogue with everything perfectly lined up and color-coordinated.
The Saturday before Thanksgiving -- always
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
By JOHN L. SLOAN
I sat in the graying, waiting for the first boom of a rifle or shotgun to float through the moss-shrouded arms of the giant cypress. The big trees lined the edge of Belle’s Beak in the vast Saline Swamp. I hoped the boom would come from my L.C. Smith 12 gauge. It was the opening day of the Louisiana deer season, 1957.
It was not the Saturday before Thanksgiving.
There have been many opening days in many places since then. Much has changed. One thing that has not changed here in Tennessee is our opening day of rifle deer season. It opens the Saturday before Thanksgiving, this Saturday, November 19. There have been some changes to our deer seasons this year however, the opening day is not one of them.
It will open Saturday November 19 and continue through January 1, 2012. You may use a centerfire rifle, a muzzleloader or archery equipment. Here in Unit L, you may kill three does a day and one buck a day, not to exceed three bucks for the entire year. Contrary to some rumors, baiting is not legal. Among the changes in the seasons is the continuous rifle season. There are no breaks. That keeps it more simple.
Weather and health permitting, I’ll be among the army of orange. I will don my vest and hat of blaze orange and just before good daylight, I’ll make my way to a ground blind I built in a huge blow down I know about. One of the big winds we had back in the spring must have had me in mind when it blew the huge red oak down. The fork in the main trunk, now lying on the ground, makes a perfect ground blind. My folding camp chair, complete with back and arms, fits perfectly in that crotch. Even better is the fact that it is on a ridge splitting two large bowls. The deer travel the edges of the bowl and down the spine of the ridge to get from point A to point B. None of those trails is more than 50 yards from my natural ground blind.
I found the spot a couple weeks before our archery season opened and have been saving it. The tracks in the trails tell me it is getting plenty of use. I am banking a buck, immersed in the throes of passion, we call it the rut, will either chase or trail a doe by my blow-down. If/when he does, I shall plant a .308, 165-grain, silver tip behind his shoulder and anchor him in place. He will then be converted into dinner packages.
On that morning so many years ago, I sat squirming on a cypress log, straining to hear the first cry of a deer dog or the boom of a gun. My toes were cold in the black, solid rubber hip boots and I feel sure my nose was running. Some woodies buffeted through the trees of the break and splashed down in the shallow water. A Pileated woodpecker tried to beat his brains out on a hollow tree and something made me look behind me.
A fat spike with new antlers about five inches long was 20 yards behind me, looking right at me. As he turned to run, the bronze bead on my shotgun shook and shimmied and finally settled somewhere behind his shoulder and I pulled the first trigger. He made a high jump and I pulled the second trigger. He jumped again and fell over backwards. I had my buck. My deer season was over.
Since then, there have been many changes. For one thing, I have learned there is no such thing as my buck. Unless I am hunting behind a high-fenced deer farm enclosure, I do not own any deer. They are our deer. We all own them equally.
In the early days of deer hunting, does were not legal. A true hunter would not shoot a doe. A real man only killed bucks. We preached that and now we have to convince some of the older hunters that is no longer true. A real hunter, one who cares about the game, will indeed, even should kill a doe.
As our deer were restocked and restored they survived so well it became a problem to maintain a healthy herd population and balance. To do so, we need to kill some does.
In this area, designated as Unit L, the L standing for liberal, we have so many deer we are allowed three does per day. However, if a hunter will just kill as many does as he does bucks, we will be okay.
In addition, although there have been some whiners who want a reduction in the three buck limit, that too is sound management. Since such a small percentage of TN hunters kill two or three bucks a reduction in the buck limit would prove useless. Our age strata are among the best in the country if you go by solid facts and not rumor.
In short, our deer herd is healthy and doing well in most parts of Tennessee. So venture forth with your equipment of choice and enjoy a safe and productive deer season.
I have had many opening days. There was one when I used a boat and braved hot weather to kill a nice little buck on an island in AL. One in the Midwest when I killed two good bucks in two states in one morning and one that I recall as being just a little cold. However, barring an unforeseen something, I’ll be there this Saturday, rifle in hand. Join me won’t you?
Hunt safe and good luck.
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2011 Holiday Expo Vendors Announced!
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
The Wilson LivingHoliday Expo starts tomorrow Thursday, Nov. 17 with the Pre-Gala Preview Party, from 6 to 8:30 p.m., at The Mill located at 300 N. Maple Street in Lebanon.
Complimentary food and beverages will be served, and those in attendance will get to meet Aaron Kelly from American Idol. Be the first in the door the night before! Bring your friends and come enjoy a fun ladies night while you shop all our amazing vendors. Tickets are available on-line at www.wilsonlivingexpo.com and at all the Wilson Bank & Trust locations. Tickets will also be available at the door on Thursday evening.
The event remains FREE to the public Friday and Saturday. On Friday, the shopping event begins at noon and ends at 7 p.m. On Saturday, we will open our doors at 10 a.m. and close at 6 p.m. The first one thousand people through the doors will receive complimentary Wilson Living Holiday Shopping Bags.
Santa will be on hand both Friday and Saturday for photos with the kids by professional photographer Ken Griffith.
On Saturday, The Art Mill will be painting holiday paintings with the kids, while mom and dad shop!
There remain only a few tickets left for the “Breakfast with Santa” that will be held on Saturday, Nov. 19 from 8 to 10 a.m.. Children in attendance will get to meet and mingle with Santa while they enjoy a gourmet breakfast prepared by Wildberry Catering. Tickets can be purchased at Painturo’s in Lebanon and Mt. Juliet.
Both Friday and Saturday Two Fat Men will be serving warm, delicious treats to all those in attendance – so come hungry!
It’s the kick-off to the holiday season, and we hope to see you all there! For more information call 969-6751 or 443-6901 or go to www.wilsonlivingexpo.com.
Vendors in attendance include:
31 Handbags, Advance Signs, All About Holidays, Amy Rich Photography,
Asante, Atmosphere Generation, Avon, Baubles N Bling, Beauty Boutique
Ben Brantley & Co., Body Kneads, Claudia Designs, Cumberland University,
Dazzling Divas, Dixie Homecrafters, Dreams Boutique, Embelish, Fired Up,
Gardens on Main, GG's Gifts and Jewelry, Grace Silver Company,
Gravity, Green Glow Candles, Gutter Gutter, Hartmann Luggage,
Hat Creek Embroidery, Hello Dollie, Heritage Silver, It Works, Jana Marie Design,
Judy's Fashion, Just Jewelry, Karen's Kloset, Lizzie Lou Lou Designs,
LuLu's Clothing Company, Lynn Porter/African Art, MC Spinal Care,
McClain Christian Academy, Miche Handbags, Nature-skin and Body Food,
Music City Wellness, NuSkin, Pampered Chef, Plexis Slim, Premiere Jewelry,
Salon Django, Sara Vena Life, Scentsy, Silpada, Silver Ridge Pottery,
Sole Unique Shoe Boutique, Sparkling Tiara, Superior Construction and Design,
The Art Mill, The Crystal Couture, The Jewelers, The Paper Mill,
Total Family Physicians, Unique Specialty Gift Baskets, University Medical Center,
Vaden Pools, Vintage Couture, Walker Creek Toffee, Wilson County Chiropractic,
Wilson Living Telling Tales, Wine Shop at Home, Wubdoras Chop Shop, Glitz and Glamour, Xocai Healthy Chocolate, DeStress Express, Encore Theatre Company,
The Pink Giraffe….and a few more are in the works!!
by Angel Kane
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
It’s midnight and I can’t sleep. So instead of just enjoying the quiet hum of an otherwise bustling house, I think. And you know what “that” leads to... I start out thinking about the birthday party I need to plan for my youngest. Then I remember Thanksgiving hits right before his birthday, so I need to mentally and physically prepare for hosting a day full of brothers, sisters, and in-laws, not to mention nieces and nephews with sticky fingers, loaded diapers and missing parents.
When thinking doesn’t lull me back to sleep, I get out of bed and shuffle to the living room to watch a little TV (if a documentary on the evolution of the cotton mill can’t put you to sleep, nothing will.) By the time the narrator begins detailing the life of Eli Whitney I begin to take note of areas of disorder in the house. Two light bulbs need to be replaced in the living room, which will require a ladder, which will mean I need to ask my husband where the ladder is, which leads to a ton of questions as to why I need a ladder, followed by a detailed outline of how we will replace each bulb with the most efficiency. Then I notice the baseboards and see how badly they need to be cleaned and repainted. In fact, the entire house needs to be repainted. I wonder if I can find someone to do it. Nope, we could just do it ourselves. Sure that would save money but we’d kill each other or at the very least call each other very bad names.
It’s already 2 a.m. and I’m now wide awake. Maybe food will do the trick. There’s still some chocolate chip cookies left over from a Halloween party. Of course, if I eat those, I’ll need to balance it out with something salty like the brand new bag of Salt and Vinegar chips I hid from the kids. No! I shouldn’t eat that junk in the middle of the night. But then when is the best time to eat junk food?
After a very satisfying midnight or 2 a.m. snack, I shuffle back to bed. I try to do what all the experts say we should do when faced with insomnia… Clear your mind. So I’m clearing my mind. There’s nothing to worry about. Worry doesn’t help me tackle my to-do list. Worry doesn’t take the mercury out of the salmon I made for dinner. Worry won’t help me lose 10 pounds (neither will the cookies and chips for that matter). Worry won’t pay my children’s college tuition. But man if it did, they could go anywhere they wanted on a full-ride worryship. No! All this thinking about what worry can’t accomplish isn’t allowing me to clear my mind. Clearing, clearing, clearing until I’m almost asleep then, BOOM! The alarm goes off. My husband who snored most of the night is already up and before I can pour the first cup of coffee he says, “You know you’d feel better if you didn’t stay up watching TV.” Now to remember what experts say you should do when your spouse says something completely moronic.
by Becky Andrews
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