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The velvet buck
Friday, September 30, 2011

By JOHN L. SLOAN
At 13, you can expect your first bow hunt to have some surprises. A big buck, still with velvet-covered antlers, 15-yards in front of you is not usually one of them. Then add having to hold your bow at full draw, waiting for a smaller buck to move and open up a shot at the vitals of the bigger buck and you have the makings of a story that make campfire rounds for many years.

Arial Pasionek is an eighth grader at Knox Doss Middle School in Hendersonville.

She has a cell phone and a boyfriend, Casey Neighbours who is also a hunter. However, maybe she is not your typical 8th grade girl. “I like to do all things outdoors.” Arial said, “I like hunting, fishing, camping, hiking, you know, outdoors things like that.

"When I am not hunting with my dad, Robert Pasionek or step-grandparents, James and Melissa Warren, I hunt with Casey and his dad Paul Neighbours. I also have one girl friend, Dawn Canterbury and her dad Trent is my dad, James’ best friend so I hunt with them a lot.”

Therefore, it happened that the Arial and dawn and their dads were hunting on Arial’s step-grandparents property, a piece of deer heaven near Lynnville, KY on the opening weekend of Kentucky’s deer archery season.

As is often the case with teenagers, the girls probably stayed up a tad late and as a result, could not wake up the next morning. They slept in and missed the morning hunt.

Trent Neighbours killed a doe and that got them wide-awake and ready to go get  the deer from the woods. It also got them amped for the afternoon hunt.

That afternoon, they decided Arial would hunt the “Middle Stand”.

“I wanted to hunt the “North Bottom” stand where we had pictures of deer from the trail cameras,” said Arial.  “Instead, my step-grandmother and I walked to the “Middle Stand” and we were drenched with sweat by the time we got there. It was so hot, 100 degrees and so humid and I was scared that might spook the deer.”

The Warren’s land has become a hunting paradise for the family and friends. Aerial, prior to killing the big buck has killed five other deer with a variety of equipment. Her first buck and doe were killed in October of 2009, with a shotgun and slug. Her second doe was killed with a TenPoint crossbow. Her second buck was killed with a .270 and then another doe with an AR-15. How is that for versatility when you are younger than 13? Obviously, that experience was to help as events played out that afternoon.

“For the first couple hours we just sat and sweated. I was about ready to take a short power nap when my step-grandmother whispered, ‘Buck, nice buck. You might want to shoot this one.’ I woke up fast.

“I saw he was a for sure,  shooter buck, still in velvet and I watched as he slowly made his way in range.

Then, I saw a second smaller buck, a four-pointer that I would not shoot.

“Just as the bigger buck got inside 15 yards where I felt confident could shoot him, the smaller buck got in the way. At last, I had a shot and I pulled my bow back and the smaller buck got his head in the way again, just covering the vitals. I had to stay at full draw for like 15-seconds but it was happening so fast, I didn’t really get nervous. Finally the smaller buck lowered his head and I shot.

“When I released the arrow, all I heard was a loud pop. I was so excited and so was my step-grandmother. We got out of the blind and started looking for blood but couldn’t find any even though it was a complete pass through shot. I tried to get a cell phone signal but we were too far back in the woods. We started walking to where everyone was supposed to meet. I and saw my dad heading for his truck. I signaled him that I had shot a deer and he started getting all excited. Finally, everyone gathered up and I learned that Dawn had shot a doe but could not find her. I was sad for her. I wish she had found her deer. She was both sad and mad.

“They had Max, the tracking dog with them so we went to look for my deer. I was starting to get worried but they all kept encouraging me. It was getting dark and when we put Max on the trail, he just took off and we could not keep up with him. We quickly lost him so we kept calling and looking. We heard a little rustle in the leaves and walked that way.

"I saw the white belly on my deer and knew it was he. I ran to him and held him up for everyone to see. They were all so happy and proud he was so big. He only went about 80 yards, we just couldn’t find him in the dark.

"I asked her how her friends at school felt about her hunting and her great buck. “The boys at school were mostly cool with my buck. The girls didn’t like it much. None of my female friends hunts except Dawn

Arial’s first buck with a bow is one any bowhunter would be proud to claim.

In fact, any deer killed with a bow is trophy in my opinion and I have hunted all across the U.S. and Canada and killed plenty of deer.

If Arial is any indication, the future of hunting is in good hands.

Contact John L. Sloan at This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it

 
Lannom Farms grows A-MAZE-ing fun
Thursday, September 29, 2011

By KEN BECK

The Wilson Post

GLADEVILLE -- If you’ve ever wanted to star in your own episode of “Lost,” grab your family and head for Gladeville’s Lannom Farms, which may hold a monopoly this fall on Wilson County corn mazes and pumpkin patches.

In reality, Lance and Cathy’s Lannom’s 5-acre corn maze has been created with sorghum in lieu of corn, so the stalks surrounding those who choose to meander here prove sweeter, thicker and greener.

Meanwhile the 5-acre pumpkin patch boasts eight varieties of genuine pumpkins (Fairytale, Aladdin, Magic Lantern, Field Trip, Gladiator, One Too Many, classic Jack-o-lantern and Baby Boo) for picking for décor or, better yet, for pies.

“Our maze is a random labyrinth with many twists and turns,” Cathy said. “Presley (her youngest child) and I went in for 45 minutes, and we cheated and went out through the side because we couldn’t find our way out. At many of the dead ends, you can find several of Lannom Farms’ fall friends (two dozen scarecrows).”lannomfarms_077-web

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Bob Cross doles his stuff to the needy
Wednesday, September 21, 2011

By KEN BECK, The Wilson Post
A man with two passions, Lebanon’s Bob Cross appears to be at odds with his own nature.
He readily confesses an addiction to collecting, but he spends much of his time giving away household goods to the needy.

“I was collecting long before I started giving things away,” said Cross, 82, a Korean War veteran. “My daddy was a collector. After he died, his auction lasted three days. He picked out things that were worth something. I get a lot of it from him. I just think my kids are gonna have a big time when I die.”

The house he built 41 years ago, about a quarter mile from the shore of Old Hickory Lake, overflows with items he either bought, found, was given or that were passed along by family members.

“Most of these things I put a tag on cause my kids don’t know (what they are). They don’t know squat,” he said matter-of-factly.

His collections include ice cream and soda glasses, old record albums, old telephones and a few hundred ball caps. Among cherished family heirlooms, a piano dominates the living room. In 1860 it was shipped by wagon from New York to his grandmother’s home in Mt. Juliet.

Meanwhile, Cross has a 75-foot-long barn that spills over with more stuff than Noah packed on the Ark. The red building is stashed high and wide with everything from an electric fan and a porcelain sink to a baby crib and an old water cooler. Stashed round and about are used file cabinets, mattresses, toys, rugs, quilts, lamps and racks of clothing.

“We got to get rid of some of this,” Cross said. “We don’t sell any of it. We give it all away. We’ve got to put some more in. We’ve had three deliveries this week. We take anything.”
The bulging barn is where Cross performs his unheralded ministry. Practically everything here was given to him. He will pass it along to needy families.

“I have a few friends who know I will take things, and they bring them in person or will send me things. I don’t tell anybody where I get anything or who I give it to. I don’t want to embarrass anybody,” said Cross, who today wears black shoes, overalls, a white shirt and a John Deere Gator ball cap.

“We try to fix things up before we give ’em away. We don’t want people to get something we wouldn’t want ourselves.

“They find me by word of mouth. I do have a card I give out to people at yard sales. Most of the time they come and get it. I don’t charge anything. I figure if they want it bad enough, they can come get it.”

The front of his card reads: Junkologist, R.M. (Bob) Cross.

Flip it over and you’ll find his mission statement: I collect junk, repair the repairable, save the good, donate to the needy, help children. Anything that can be reused will find a new home. Old telephones receive special care.

“He’s always had a servant heart. He can take stuff and repair it and make use of it,” said Cross’s son, Corky. “I think he sees people that need things, and he has access to folks that want to get rid of things, and he hates to waste anything. If he can take it and repair it and make your life a little bit better by it, he’s glad to do it.”

Bob and Dolly Cross, who celebrate their 62nd wedding anniversary this month, worship with Cedar Grove Baptist Church. Their union has produced five children: Steve, Corky, Crysty, Flint and Tracy (deceased) and 12 grandchildren.

“Mama and I work down here a little while every day,” Cross said. “My wife, she’s a mechanic and got her radio license. She’s very smart. She’s also got Alzheimer’s.

“I don’t know if you can make deals with the Lord or not, but I told Him, ‘If you just let me stay healthy, I’ll take care of her.’”

Neighbor Jim Adams lives a half mile up the road and comes down frequently to lend a helping hand. He holds up an item and says, “There must be something goes with this, but I ain’t found it out."

“We‘re big buddies,” Adams said, referring to Cross. “I try to tell him to slow down. Him and his wife keep going.”

Adams and Cross meander about the barn, studying the situation.

“I had two friends, Richard Huddleston and (the late) Terry Chafin, who built on to the barn for me. Only they didn’t build it long enough,” Cross said. “You have to have a lot of friends to do this.”

The fix-it-man pointed out a high chair, a cider press, a Paul Bunyan doll, a wheelchair and an ancient wooden telephone booth, and said, “I have no idea what’s upstairs. I haven’t been up there in 20 years.”

“Pictures,” he said wearily of the nearly 100 paintings hanging on the walls. “That’s my downfall. We may have an art sale some day.”

The generous, gentleman junkie grew up in Donelson and worked for 36 years as manager of the telephone company in Lebanon. His collecting took off like gangbusters when he retired in 1983.

A hand-painted sign that belonged to his father hangs above the entrance to his barn and reads: A.R. Cross & Sons, Junkologist, 1974.

The iron gate at the driveway entrance bears the name of the estate: Roar Valley.
Cross explained, noting, “You got motor boats going up and down the lake, cars up and down the road, and we’re in the landing path of airplanes, so we just call it Roar Valley.”

While most folks visit his barn to give or to fetch, Cross some days takes his charity on the road.

“I go to the Mennonites about once a week or so and carry them ice. They don’t have any electricity. They’re always happy to see you with ice,” he said.

Not wanting to see anything thrown away, Cross pointed to old refrigerators on the ground behind the barn and informs, “These old chest-type deep freezers. The ones that can’t be fixed, I take to the Mennonites. They keep their feed in ’em. The rats can’t get in.”

After giving a tour through his small kingdom of give and take and give again, Bob Cross surveyed his surroundings and said, “When I get it cleaned up, I’ll call you, but I could be a while.”

Writer Ken Beck may be contacted at This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it .

 
Commuter train continues to pick up steam
Wednesday, September 21, 2011

By KEN BECK, The Wilson Post
The way Susan Wilkins and 1,225 other daily Music City Star riders see it, they’re on the right track. The Mt. Juliet resident has been commuting to Nashville for the past 4½ years. Riding, rather than driving, has given her plenty of time to count the many blessings of being a passenger.

“They’re too numerous to tell,” said Wilkins, who serves as an ideal cheerleader for the Music City Star, which celebrated its fifth anniversary Sept. 18. “First off, the convenience. Second, the ease of travel. I don’t have to worry about traffic or idiots on the road. I am conserving gas, wear and tear on tires and wear and tear on me.

“I am not contributing to the congestion in Nashville. Even the bus systems have improved with the advent of the train, because so many more people are riding the train now. Almost every week, you are seeing new people on there.”

Indeed, ridership on the commuter train has increased about 150 percent, from 104,785 riders in 2007 to 250,626 riders in 2011. This past June, the Music City Star set a single-month record for ridership with 26,989 passenger trips, which represents a 53 percent increase from June 2010.

“I think this is one of the things that Nashville needs because the parking and traffic is horrendous down there. I get home about the same time, but the experience has been so much more pleasant,” said Wilkins, who works at Vanderbilt University Medical Center.
Lee Strader, a 2000 Lebanon High School graduate, began taking the train nearly five years ago.

“I rode it for six months every day. I didn’t think it was going to make it,” said Strader, who is glad that it did.

Every Wednesday morning the artist pedals his lime green bicycle 3 miles to Lebanon Station on Baddour Parkway and rides the train into Nashville where he sells vintage clothing.

“I love the train because it shows you a part of Middle Tennessee that you don’t normally get to see,” said Strader, who doesn’t have a car.

His foot-powered bike and the diesel-powered train serve his transportation needs for now, plus he’s found fringe benefits via the Music City Star.

“I took a girl on a date on the train to a little ice cream place in Nashville. We had a blast. To someone who’s never ridden on a train, it’s like your first time on an airplane—whoa!” he said with a grin.

Conductor Brad Thompson welcomes riders as they board the three passenger cars in Lebanon at 6:40 on a weekday morning. An earlier train departed here at 5:45 a.m. In the cab at the back of the train, Engineer John Kreynus has his hand to the throttle. The two men, along with a dispatcher in the Lebanon office, handle all the chores necessary to get this train to Nashville, and the Music City Star ranks high in the nation for getting its passengers to their destination on time.

Averaging 45 to 50 miles per hour along the main line during its 50-minute trip to Riverfront Park in downtown Nashville, the train may speed up to 60 miles per hour in a few stretches.

The engineer of 2½ years also controls three or four different brakes and keeps busy working the horn whenever the Star approaches a street. Two long blasts, one short and one long warn cars that the train is about to cross the road.

Kreynus joined the crew in 2006. “You see something different about every day,” said the Baltimore native whose life-long ambition was to work on a train. “It’s not the same routine.”

The train jaunts along, shimmying down the line as the horn blows frequently. From Lebanon to Riverfront Park is a journey of 31.4 miles. Concrete markers, put up in 1971, mark each mile along the route.

The tracks are 56½ inches wide, and the gallery cars, which have an upper deck (from this perch, passengers can enjoy the scenery from 10 to 12 feet above the ground) and came from the Metro line in Chicago, are 10 feet wide and 85 feet long. They seat more than 140 passengers. This train can accommodate 430, and 364 are aboard this second train from Lebanon this morning. Until the Star hit these rails, it had been 50 years, going back to August 1955, since passengers regularly rode the Tennessee Central from Lebanon to Nashville.

If one were riding the Tennessee Central in 1920, then a few miles west of Lebanon, he would spy the Horn Springs Hotel north of the tracks and the Hamilton Springs resort to the south side. While both have been long gone for years, should Lebanon developer Jack Bell’s new Hamilton Springs project develop as he plans, it will become Tennessee’s first transit-oriented development.

The Star shimmies alongside roadways, and as it passes north of Mt. Juliet Elementary, passengers peering out the window may observe a long line of vehicles backed up as parents drop their children off at the school. Most riders are not sight-seers.

The commuters commune in groups of two, three or four. Some sew or read the newspaper. Others talk quietly on cell phones, manipulate iPads or catch a nap.  

“The time flies on the train. You’re sitting there talking about your day or telling jokes. I see people knitting, crocheting, reading, working on laptops, all kinds of different things,” said

Sheila Varga, who began commuting in November 2006 to her job at Louisiana Pacific, between 4th and 5th  Streets and Union, where she is an inside sales associate.

Varga, who drives 4 miles each morning to board the 6:05 a.m. train in Mt. Juliet, has become such a rail enthusiast that she serves as president of the Middle Tennessee Regional Commuters Association, which formed in 2009.

“I absolutely love it. I dread the thought of even having to drive into work. I think maybe I’ve driven a total of five times since I began riding all the way in,” Varga said.

As for the main advantage, she said, “It’s the cost. I save about $250 a month. For me, my company subsidizes part of our tickets on a ride/share plan. I pay about $60 a month before taxes.”

Most riders pay $10 a day for a round trip from Lebanon to Nashville. A monthly pass offers a 5 percent discount. But it’s more than saving money.

“It’s a whole lot less stress, and you get to make a lot of friends,” said Varga, who has built a circle of about a dozen friends from the commuter community.

When she first began riding, she estimates there were about 60 train passengers. Today, it’s more like 1,225 daily. They reside not just in Lebanon, Mt. Juliet, Hermitage and Donelson but also in Gallatin, Hartsville, Watertown, Alexandria and Smithville.

As for the Commuters Association, she described it, noting, “We are kind of a passenger liaison with the MTA/RTA, and our main goal is to study and find funding for the train and public transportation in general. We’re more geared toward trying to keep the train going, but we do a few social things. We try to do something once a quarter,” she said.

Regan McGahen and her son, Matthew, 3, have been riders from Lebanon for 2½ years. She works for the State of Tennessee in the Department of Environment and takes her child to a church-run daycare downtown.

“We absolutely love it,” McGahen said of the daily rail journey. “We enjoy the people and not having to sit in traffic and not having to pay for gas. My son makes lots of friends. People take care of him.”

“Safety is No. 1 in everything. We want to keep the passengers safe, the crew safe and equipment safe. That’s our No. 1 goal, safety,” said Terry Bebout, general manager of Transit Solutions Group, the contract operator of the Music City Star.

The ride in is a pleasant one with stops between Lebanon and Nashville that include Martha, Mt. Juliet, Hermitage and Donelson. Much of the trip is made in the shade as trees line the tracks.

At one point the train spooks a flock of a dozen turkeys as they take flight from the tracks.
Between mile points 14.2 and 17 lies Tennessee’s only quiet zone, thus the engineer lays off the horn. Here there must be extra protection at the grade crossing.

The Star crosses over the Stones River in Donelson as well as Briley Parkway a few miles closer into town, and then passes the old brick Metro Waterworks just a couple of minutes before chugging into Riverfront Park between the Cumberland River and First Avenue near the towering Pinnacle building and half a block from Broadway.

Once the train stops, morning commuters pour from the cars and either walk or take buses and vans to their workplaces.

Gordon Borck, who lives less than a mile past the Wilson County line in Smith County, began taking the train more than four years ago. His drive to his job at Vanderbilt was a 98-mile commute. He chooses to ride for a variety of reasons.

“One is I save money. Vanderbilt pays part of my fare,” he said. “Two, I think it is socially responsible to pull your car off the road, if possible. It cuts down on emissions, and the less fuel we use, the less dependent we are on foreign oil. I think it’s good for the environment and good for the country.

“Just a lot of people win when we ride the train. It takes me a half-hour longer to get to work, but I use the time on the train to work or make phone calls, and I use that time efficiently. If it were just for me, I would drive, but I think it’s the best thing to do for everybody involved. And since it’s there, the more people that ride it, it takes the burden off the taxpayers,” Borck concluded.

As for the future of the Music City Star, Bebout said, “I think we want to continue to see the service grow and add more cars to the existing trains but adding more trains to offer more services—in our case, the more trains, the more convenient.”

Writer Ken Beck may be contacted at This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it .

 
Bow season opens Sept. 24
Wednesday, September 21, 2011

By JOHN L. SLOAN
It was a beautiful morning. A typical late September morning if it isn’t one of those mornings with rain or blinding heat. The buck stood as if he was a statue or posing for a photo. In a way, I guess he was. The problem was he was standing with his butt facing me. Even with a crossbow, I will not take that shot. But I did…with my camera. And he just walked away. Oh well.

Our Tennessee bow season opens this Saturday. The limit is three does a day and one buck a day, not to exceed three for the entire year. Our deer population is in good shape and the rains have produced a good mast crop…at least they have where I have looked. I have found persimmons, paw-paws, acorns and plenty of green browse. The deer appear to be in good physical condition.

I am looking forward to hunting this year. As it has been for a few years, I will be shooting the TenPoint crossbow. It is an awesome piece of equipment and barring sticking an arrow in a tree instead of behind a deer’s shoulder, I feel confident. If I can get a good shot out to 40 yards, I should have freezer meat. I once shot a tree with my TenPoint and split it wide open.

Also as in past years, I shall not be too selective in what I shoot. Anything but a spotted fawn or a doe with a spotted fawn at her side is in trouble.

Note to readers: If you are having a deer problem, email me at This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it and I’ll try to come help. The crossbow is legal and perfectly suited to shooting in populated areas. I need a couple for my freezer and have promised some meat to other folks. I believe my health will permit me to hunt several days this year.

I hung a stand just a few yards from where I shot the picture of the deer walking away and I put one of my hunters in that stand 10 days later, hoping for a better shot angle. He made the shot at 11:15 in the morning. I took that picture of the buck I saw at 11:25. That is about as close to patterning a mature buck as I have ever come. What is funny is it was a different buck. It was a kind of cool that morning. I also believe they came to the edge of that green field for the shade. Deer prefer it cool.

I recall a cool morning a few years ago when a friend of mine decided he would try to rattle one in. Knowing it would be in the mid-80’s by 10 a.m., I had my doubts about how effective rattling would be. It worked on a good buck.

Can we grow deer like that in Tennessee? You bet your bippy we can. Hunters killed some big deer last year. A lot of them. The three-buck limit combined with good conditions in the last year or so, have done much to allow some deer to reach that size.

However, the major factor is the selectivity of hunters. They are starting to learn, if they want to kill a wall-hanger, they need to let a little one walk. I have been saying that for a long time. I found an article I wrote in 1982, preaching just that. Let a young buck walk and shoot a doe.

Before you throw a hissy fit, you are right. I don’t practice what I preach. I no longer have the slobbering desire to kill a monster buck. As I said earlier, with two exceptions, I shoot whatever is legal and walks by.

So let us all hope for a cool, crisp morning this Saturday. Not a lot of chance of that happening but we can hope.

If the low temperature is below 70, I’ll go. I can hang in there until the sweat starts dripping off my nose. Eventually, the deer will move. I once killed a big buck in Kentucky at one something in the afternoon on a day when it was in the 90’s. I also killed one in Wilson County that I am sure was going to jump in a pond to cool off.

Wear a fall restraint device (safety belt) if you are hunting off the ground and check for ticks, chiggers and snakes. Hunt safe and good luck. If you kill one, send me a picture at This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it .

Good Luck.

Contact John L. Sloan at This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it

 
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