Woman Midwest-style

The eyes of the Peregrine will plainly see; she tis truly a paragon of the falcon tiercel; for all knows it's a victory dive in tumultuous pursuit; therefore, neither is prey,  synchronization innate. Glorious speed conquers the wind; life's course only its eyes can see. Masters of freedom's wing with sinewed talons of steel - - survival a constant test of nature's will to be free. Purest strength, the highest ideal; its instinct for freedom with mate; and free, the falcons will always truly be.  by Trish Frommer- Joy  1993    http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/birds/peregrine-falcon/

marina in ice    My husband and I returned from deer hunting in the Ozarks.  We'd gone the day after Christmas.      As I grew up it was considered sacreligious to hunt on Christmas Day.  But I don't believe there should be that stigma.  And as a young girl, I sure didn't know any better one way or another.  My grandpa would take me and my cousins rabbit or squirrel hunting during the holiday school break if there wasn't two feet of snow to trudge thru.      We didn't have waterproof boots kids have now.  Oh yeah, we had the ol' galoshes style.  My feet stayed dry for maybe an hour till I tromped into a snowbank up to my knees, then dry tootsies was a lost cause.  One year Grandpa had 4 kids in tow, racing from brush pile to weed patch to scare out any rabbits.  So why deny kids that time with grandpa just to not hunt on Christmas just to adhere to such a silly rule?  I'm sure the pioneers of the Midwest left the comfort of the homefire to face

                                         A cross the country s everal hunting seasons are in full swing; b ow season began this week in Missouri.    Many folks share this lifestyle and believe in the  traditions  of our heritage to put food on the table with their own hands and tools, be it a trowel or a rifle.  Hunting is a personal choice with family tradition as  integral  as using a fork.  This is revised from one of my first posts.  It's always a challenge to re-read and publish to current readers but the "attitude" about this deserves a repost...  Now s ince my work is at my desk, if I chose to go hunting, I'd grab my bow, a snack and 2-3 bottles of ice water and off I'd go...  But damnit. I broke my ankle last April and I'm just not capable of  tackling the hiking and timber.  I's 'makin' very slow progress but that's just the way it is.  This year the old saying 'playin it by ear' really applies.        The re