http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/ en-us Nucleus CMS v3.51 © Weblog http://backend.userland.com/rss http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal//nucleus/nucleus2.gif http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/ http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/index.php?itemid=1129 Penny Sue is on her second large litter (the first was 13 with 10 surviving) and has a laissez-faire attitude to puppy raising. She tends to wean them as quick as possible.
Sallie Mae, however is a nervous nelly. She wouldn't even let them out of the house till they were three weeks old. Penny Sues were trying to crawling all over her pen when their eyes were still shut.

We just had a thunderstorm and the hard rain quickly filled the "hollow" that the puppies were in. I checked--Penny Sue was dry in a house while the puppies were whining outside in the rain. Penny had a look of exasperation that translated into, "Boy, they're to dumb to come in out of the rain"

Sallie Mae had moved hers from their previous location to a more protected site.
They still look a lot like Dustin's dog and the blue ticking has started to show up on the legs. I know I've said they were rather homely in the past though Dustin tended to disagree. But they must have scared him off, because he hasn't been back to check on them since the first time he saw them]]> Puppy http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/index.php?itemid=1129 Fri, 9 Jul 2010 16:12:30 -0600 http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/index.php?itemid=1127 General http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/index.php?itemid=1127 Tue, 15 Jun 2010 13:20:08 -0600 http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/index.php?itemid=1125


Two Lemons and nine, either dark red or chocolates. I won't know for a few days if they are going to be coppernosed and copper eyed like Penny and Sammie.

Sallie Mae, by way of Dustin's dog whose name escapes me for the moment, is due any day. She is the top dog in The Rabbit Journal's pack
Details on buying pups will be available on The Rabbit Journal in a few days. I'll have both NKC and unregistered pups. ]]> Puppy http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/index.php?itemid=1125 Thu, 10 Jun 2010 06:54:07 -0600 http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/index.php?itemid=1123 He tells me to assure you that the oil hasn't reached Apalachicola and the fishing hasn't been shut down.

I'm leaving Thursday morning and won't be back until Sunday night.
Give Brownie a call. You'll have a great time

www.ApalachicolaGuide.com

]]> General http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/index.php?itemid=1123 Tue, 18 May 2010 11:37:51 -0600 http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/index.php?itemid=1121
I know some of you people say you’re going to fire up the grill when you actually mean you’re going out, turning on the gas and pushing the electronic ignition button Then you set around waiting for the fake rocks to heat up while your fake meat marinates in fake smoke.

Soy burgers, anyone?
I’m talking about a real grilling.
A charcoal grill.
You ain’t really bbq’ing till you have to grill in the yard.
Way out in the yard. Safely away from the house with a hose pipe at the ready.

There are many ways to start the coals from electric heating irons, to cones, to accelerates like lighter fluid. The best is where the charcoal is started in one of those cones with a piece of newspaper under it, thus freeing ones delicate palate from the taste of petroleum products cooked into your meal. Hold the petroleum distillate marinate, please!

Now, some of you say, I’m grilling this weekend and you really mean you’re going to turn on a switch and push the electronic ignition button .
Not that I got anything against gas grills, but it does seem to me that if your going to use gas, just stay in your kitchen. I mean, for God’s sake, some of these things have everything on them but a microwave. And when they figure out how to make one run on propane they’ll hang one of those on the side. One model utilizes a laser to heat the ceramic fake coals to 5000* Fahrenheit instantly, so that not only can you cook a burger in 2 second but you can do a whole smoked turkey in 10 minutes, fifteen if it's still frozen.

Now like I said, I don’t have anything really against gas grills except your not really grilling, just pretending. But anyway Cuz and Gary sell a boat load of them down at their store “The Grill Outlet”. It’s located in what used to be Bibb city, one of the last mill towns, stuck right in the middle of Columbus, Georgia on the banks of the Chattahoochee. When the mill finally closed the town didn’t have enough of a tax base to hang on and Columbus got their hands on it.

Cuz and Gary sell most anything related to fake fire, from complete fake fireplaces, fake grills, down to fake smoke, though they use words like Faux and simulated and manufactured and chemically induced. Thing about it is that it’s really good fake stuff.

JD, who was Cuz and my mutual cousin, would use gasoline in a pinch during his teen years. JD had a full thick beard that he was quite rightly proud of since the rest of us were growing beards that looked pretty much like we had the mange. We were cat fishing on Lake Eufaula using a campsite on the shore as our base of operations. The drinking age in Alabama had just been lowered, not that that would have mattered much and JD was finishing off a six pack while he sloppily filled the lanterns and camp stove with white gas, splashing generous amounts on his hands. The mosquitoes were absolutely ferocious that year and hung around our heads in floating clouds, taking their place on exposed bits of flesh as one that was sated or disturbed lumbered into the air. JD periodically brushed his beard in an attempt to get the struggling little blood suckers out.

Being the self appointed camp cook, JD regarded the building of the coals as a art form that only he, of our group, had mastered.. Finishing filling the stove and lanterns, he went over to the cooking pit and stacked some charcoal in a pyramid shape before splashing some gas on them to get them started. Standing off to one side he pulled out an almost empty book of matches. He pulled one off and struck it on the cover before tossing it toward the pit. He missed. Reaching down, trying to save one of the precious few matches we had, the gas vapors flashed, igniting JD’s gas tinged beard. JD, trailing sparks from the flaming hair, made a mad sprint for the river. He would have made it to if he hadn’t kissed a tree full frontal. On the plus side, it did put the fire out.

An oldie but a goodie]]> General http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/index.php?itemid=1121 Wed, 12 May 2010 17:23:35 -0600 http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/index.php?itemid=1120 Camp cook, teat supervisor and the builder of two of my dog boxes has passed]]> General http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/index.php?itemid=1120 Sun, 9 May 2010 17:54:31 -0600 http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/index.php?itemid=1118
This morning after tending the critters, I turned the dogs out. We walked the length and breath of the bottom below the horse pond without jumping. Just as I was discussing with the Girls (and Sammie P) about trading them in and getting me a real pack of rabbit dogs, they struck and were off to the races.

I waited at my line and watched as they ran, in full cry, a neck of woods jutting out into my neighbors pasture The rabbit turned and headed in my direction, obviously, making a try for the opposite bottom.
I heard thunk as a animal hit a piece of sheetmetal crossing the line.
I looked in time to see a very annoyed barn cat streak into the barn.



On the plus side, they are into a long race with a real rabbit on the back corner. I'm sitting on the back porch typing and eating a bowl of cereal ]]> General http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/index.php?itemid=1118 Thu, 6 May 2010 07:36:59 -0600 http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/index.php?itemid=1116
It's time to do a little maintenance.
Check the collars for wear and tear.
And fit. The girls have been putting on a tad of weight during the last two months of inactivity.
Shots are coming due. They only get rabies from the vet, the rest I give them.

Oh, we bred Sallie Mae to Dustin's dog, who's "name escapes me for the moment"
And it looks like while I was busy setting that date up, the two coppernosed beagles, Penny Sue and Samuel P Thumbsucker got together.

Oh, and I got to photoshop a new header at the top of the page
And set up some exercises.
And go fishing in Apalachicola before the tar balls hit
And.....

What have ya'll been up to?]]> General http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/index.php?itemid=1116 Mon, 3 May 2010 06:30:17 -0600 http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/index.php?itemid=1114 semi-annual bbq at the Ridge Grove Volunteer Fire Department in Chambers County, Alabama.

GF and I will be doing a pass through since we have to attend her grandmother's 90th birthday celebration in Harris County, Georgia in the early afternoon.

I recommend that you get to the Q and Stew early, say noon eastern (yes, they are on central time), since they sell out early]]> General http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/index.php?itemid=1114 Wed, 17 Mar 2010 08:27:46 -0600 http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/index.php?itemid=1112 On the last couple of hunts, I suddenly noticed that I Am the Elder Sportsman.
Just how the heck did that happen?
It seems like it was only yesterday that I was “The Kid”

And what the heck happened to the respect I should be due?
On the last hunt, I saw a couple of young bucks on the road while I high stepped it in the briars

I became a bit melancholy while I was at Seale looking for Lucy Lu.
I had hunted the Seale pine plantation lease since I was 17. I’m 57 now. It hurt when Cuz refused to renew the lease at the ever climbing prices that Plum Creek demanded.

While looking for Lucy Lu, I passed the spot where 2, my father, killed three 8 points one morning.

The mudhole where my X sank my cj5 when she gunned the motor and suddenly took off. I asked her why she did that while I was yelling “Whoa” “Whoa”. She said, “ I thought you were yelling “Go” “Go”.

There was the campsite where I examined my life several years ago and realized I didn’t like what I saw.

My life had pretty much fallen apart; no Small amount of blame should be assigned to me. Instead, I would have to say it was, on reflection, mostly mine.
I camped often on that hillside. First when the pines limbs were barely above the top of my tent. At night, I was lulled to sleep by the soft rustling of pine tip to pine tip in the night breeze. As the trees grew older, the rustling of the pine needles, so reminiscent of the sound of rushing water, came instead to sound like sabers being rattled in their scabbard as bare branches dueled in the winds.

That period of introspection led to profound changes in my life. And all were for the better

Time passes and things that once seemed so permanent are proved to be but a vapor. So it is with Seale and my youth.
So it will be with yours.]]> General http://www.therabbitjournal.com/journal/index.php?itemid=1112 Mon, 1 Mar 2010 19:14:41 -0700