A blog about turning a plain beaver pond into a duck paradise and the rest of outdoor exploits as well as all of the fun, fellowship, headaches, and hardships that comes along with it.
Buckman’s Briaryriver Cindy was born on August 29, 1999. Sired by Summer Duck’s Doit Hazzard, out of Black Cypress Mandy, I brought her home when she was seven weeks old. I raised Cindy. I trained Cindy. She may have been just another dog to anybody else, but Cindy was my dog. She was special to me.
Grand Pa is what they called my Great Great Grandfather. They say the old man was as mean as a rattle snake. From the stories I’ve heard of the man, I’ld have to have to say he probably was. Grand Pa had five children that lived. The oldest, my Great Grandfather W. A. three other sons, Joseph, Richard, and Miley, and one daughter, Mary. When W. A.’s first child, Willie, was born, Miley was two years old. Grand Pa, not having a baby around, took Willie and raised him as one of his own.
Mary, being the only girl, was something special to Grand Pa, and he couldn’t bear the thought of her getting married. Most young women do get married however, and sure enough, the day came for Mary. Now it was harvest season and the corn had been gathered. Corn stalks had been cut and piled in the field to be burned. Quite dramatic, and in great distress, the old man crawled under the stalks and told Miley and Willie, “I can’t live, my girl is leaving me, light me afire!” The two young men, taken aback, didn’t know exactly what to do, so they did as they were told and set the stalks on fire. When the blaze began to spread through the stalks, the old man busted out and exclaimed, “YOU INFERNAL FOOLS, YOU WERE GOING TO BURN ME ALIVE!”
We here at BRW are giving away a handmade Briary River Pond Paddle. To enter simply reply to this blog. Each reply will be assigned a number and we will use a randomizer to pick the winning comment on march first if we have at least 50 comments . We will email the winner so please leave an email address. The winner will have 1 week to reply or we will pick another winner. Also if you do not wish to post an email address we will post the winner on the blog.
Unfortunately we are limiting this contest to legal residents of the of the contiguous 48 states. Sorry we just can not afford to ship them out of country(we are broke).
Also we are not responsible for any accidents or injuries that may occur(like your wife hitting you with it) from use of our paddle. We also reserve the right to make any changes as we see necessary.
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You know, I’m just a poor teacher. I’m rich with family and friends, and I’ve been blessed to have a little land to hunt. I make enough to keep my family fed, but sometimes, especially this time of year, things get tight. Sometimes I wonder how things may have been if my Great-Grandfather hadn’t been such a good farmer.
There’s no doubt about it, there is a drought. During football season I pay very little attention to the world outside of football, but when Joe and I checked the pond during the first week of November, and we found the mud flats dried out, cracked, and hard, I knew there wouldn’t be a good start to the season. But I still had hope. If we had a cold, wet December, maybe, just maybe, we could get some of the migratory birds, even if the local birds were a lost cause. November had been a cold month, but a cold December was not to be, and even though December is usually one of the wettest months here, there was hardly any rain. The drought continues, and there are no ducks on Briary River.
