Woman Midwest-style

Take care of Poochie after the deer is packaged and froze.  Use any older, scraps and freezer-burned meat to make the best homemade dog food.  Sure makes the best use of those venison scraps.  This is veterinarian-approved, especially to prevent Pancreatitis or if your dog is overweight - venison has no fat.  VENISON/RICE DOG FOOD In a 2 qt pan 3/4 full broth or salted water  1 Cup white rice, 1/2 Cup brown rice Bring to rolling boil, stir well to keep from balling up 1/2# baby or whole carrots chopped or diced

  I finally broke my five year dry spell  -  shot a button buck opening day gun season...           I'd about given up after five disappointing years of no game to my credit.  I ached to break in the .243 my husband had given me for Christmas last year.  So we got up at four a.m. for the one and a half hour drive to our Truman Lake spot.     Walking in, a young man met me on the path up the hill, sweaty and smiling and out of breath.  Told me if I was lookin’ for the 8 point that he shot it.  But I had no way of 'lookin' for that buck he referred to since my husband and I had arrived only a few minutes ago, Mr. Ed was surely half-mile deep in the timber ahead of me by now, as usual, confident that I'd find my own special spot.  Puzzled or amused, I must have looked as though I wanted the story, the young man bursting at the seams to tell the first person who'd stand still to listen.  Rare on the first day of deer rifle season, but I did, his adrena

Life, I find, is often more about the storms than the peace they seek to overwhelm. They lurk, ready any minute to shake things up - and take your breath away - to destroy you.   If not for faith, you'd drown, lost.   And, in these cases, somewhat as a pilot, when about losing sight of a coast, whose general trending he well knows, and which he desires shortly to return to again, but at some further point; like as this pilot stands by his compass, and takes the precise bearing of the cape at present visible, in order the more certainly to hit aright the remote, unseen headland, eventually to be visited: so does the fisherman, at his compass, with the whale; for after being chased, and diligently marked, through several hours of daylight, then, when night obscures the fish, the creature's future wake through the darkness is almost as established to the  sagacious  mind of the hunter, as the pilot's coast is to him. They'll hit you, the storm