New York Hillbilly

Won't be us "upstate boys", ain't got none left to lose.....remember?

In the wallet!

Doewhacker, I never met you, but if I ever do I'll buy you a cup of coffee or a beer, your choice. I just came off a twelve day stretch at work and have not had time or energy to get into this stuff, but you have been doing a real good job all on your own standing ground for upstate people and it's way of life. This thread sure drifted away from the original topic about fathers and the rules for dating their daughters, right after the expert opinion's related to young women going through the "slut phase". Think this thread will ever get back on topic? lol!

I said my piece and to the best of my knowledge in manner that did not name call, or speak badly of anyone. My intention was to just move on, but now shawnhu decides to take shots at my daughter. Nice!! Want to take anymore cheap shots at me or my family for no reason? Class act buddy!

It was the "fact that every" pretty girl goes through a slut "phase" that ticked me off. Just so happens that my daughter is married to the second boyfriend she had. She graduated with a Masters degree, takes care of handicapped people for a living, got married after graduating college and establishing her career, then bought their house and are now finally talking about having children. Am I a proud dad? Damned right! She was raised to know that she was far more precious than to just give in to some hormone raged teenage kid with nothing to offer but empty promise, a chance at some STD, or a pregnancy that neither were prepared for. Was I offended? Yup! Because for any guy to make such a blanket statement is disrespectful to ALL women in my view, including MY daughter, who works so hard to be successful and respected. Being "pretty" and automatically considered a slut is nothing but ignorance and/or the wishful thinking/fantasy of someone that either read to many dirty magazines or needs their oil checked because they're a quart low. Oh, and for the record, my now adult son was always told that he was to treat every young women he dated as he would want his mother or sister to be treated. And, if I found out he did not, he did not have worry about his girlfriends father, he had to worry about dealing with HIS. Enough said by me, I'm done with this thread.

I won't get into the long story of how my daughter's first boyfriend was educated in the house rules in my little kingdom, but it had to do with a truck ride to the top of my hayfield, at night, and a no fooling explanation of how things were going to go........OE (or else). Biz You paint a real offensive and disgusting view of people's daughters. Real nice commentary following this past Father's Day. And for the record, unless you are married to your "girlfriend", your "single days" are not over.

Has anybody ever bought a garage at a garage sale?

I half expect to bump into him at some point, now that I'm living and working just down the road from him.

It is tough to stay connected this time of the year. All the work that gets done now is what frees me up for hunting season. I try to keep up with all the house/family duties, and cover for everybody at work so they can take as much time as they want in the summer. in return for all my off time during deer season.

Just an update. The move was tricky, settling in even trickier. But we are staying in a small mobile home on "the river" and the fishing and sunsets are unbelievable! The people here are super friendly. I tried to upload some pictures last week but it didn't work. I'll try again this weekend. In the meantime I just wanted to say we made it here, and so far are happy with the decision.

Well..........I guess I should have looked below this post at the one "kisser button". lol Yup....like I said.....anchor point! LOL!

joseph Over the more years than I care to admit to, the big factor in not being to group arrows when starting out is not having developed a consistent anchor point. Sure, equipment is important, but it takes time and practice to get in your groove. Watch yourself draw back in the mirror a few times with you eyes closed, then open your eyes and see if it looks the same, or have a friend watch you. Once you get good at hitting the same anchor point each time watch your groups tighten. Happy shooting!

Once again, thanks everyone for the well wishes. Lawdwaz; Thankfully, other than being a logistical nightmare, the change is, I think, for the better, And you are right, when it comes to my family and friends, I am fortunate. Four Season Whitetails; I may take you up on the offer about spots to look for deer. I was thinking I might join the local game club to see if I can meet some like minded people. Perhaps I can interest someone up there in a deer hunt deal, where they take me along to their place, in return for me taking them down here during Souther Tier season. sssurfertim; That might be an interesting experience, I've never gone before. I must admit though, I have often said if a deer or rabbit could jump high enough, I would never get one. Anytime I tried shooting clay birds, I really stunk at it. lol! josephmrtn; I'm with you on the fishing! I'm looking forward to reacquainting myself to a sport I once seemed to live for. Geno C; I live in central NY and plan to keep my place for the time being, even though Ill be living in Ogdensburg. I don't plan to sell out here quite yet.

Thanks guys! With my daughter married and living in Webster, NY, and my son teaching college in New Hampshire and singing in Boston, this ole house just seemed to big and empty. I worked for the past 21/2years at a teaching hospital, as a psychiatric nurse practitioner, and got tired of the hour drive each way. My good friend moved to Ogdensburg after listening to all my stories about my time as a kid fishing up there. He loves working for the hospital there, and they in return were so impressed with him they made him Unit Chief. Having practiced along side this doctor for about a year and a half, we became good friends and colleagues. He knows my work style, abilities, and commitment to my patients, and asked me to consider coming to Ogdensburg to join their team. I am very impressed with the quality of people I have met there, and it feels like a real good fit for me. I guess it was the right offer, at the right time, and being blessed with a good wife of 34 years, she supports the move. So, Ogdensburg, here we come!

Well, it has finally come; I start my new job and life in Ogdensburg, NY, or, as the locals seem to call it, "the Burg". Until I find a more permanent residence, my wife and I will be living in a camp on the St. Lawrence. I look forward to working with a new team of people, and evenings of fishing as a way to unwind. Still, I guess I do have a bit of the jitters, leaving the house I built, and raised my family in for the past 18 years. I guess I better go buy some new fishing line. There are bullheads waiting for me.

My guess would have been more in the 125- 130 range. Nice buck, but no 150's deer from what I see.

To each his own I guess. I watched for the first and probably the last time yesterday, and I did chuckle a couple times. I just can't imagine "hunting" on lots so small you have to knock door to door to get permission permission to recover it, or risk it dying under some kids swing set, on their pool cover, in their hedges, etc. I don't have any better suggestions on how to control their numbers, but it sure isn't for me. Like I said, to each his own.

I started hunting turkeys in the late 80's. I was hooked bad, and spent more energy, time, and effort, in trying to connect, than I can believe, looking back on it now. I finally shot my first one in 1992, a good sized jake with about a four inch beard. From that point on, I shot a good number of really nice toms. But, even more exciting than shooting a gobbler, for me, was the morning after morning of close calls. Being busted, toms sneaking in behind me so close I could hear that.......... fittt fitt bizzzzz sound of a tom puffing up, vibrating and strutting, and my thinking my heart would pound out of my chest, wanting to turn my head........just a little...and waiting to hear that all to familiar...putt putt putt and then running in the opposite way, which meant I just got busted again. Or, sneaking in, in the dark, and when it got light enough to see, find myself sitting up against the very tree they were roosted in, and watching the turkeys waking up, figgiting in the tree, wobbling about looking like they were going to tip over and fall out, and craning their neck about scanning the floor of the woodlot, before they finally one after the other just sort of fell into a glide down from the tree tops, to the ground. Back then, my woods were full of turkeys, and the whole hillside would echo with gobbles. I was much younger, my life was much simpler, my kids were small, my wife excitedly pulling for me to "get one". Getting up in the morning was a breeze, and I didn't ache when I got out of bed.....lol. Unfortunately, it didn't take long before everyone in the area and from outside, began to see my little woodlot as the premier place to hunt, and worthy of getting yelled at some from me for trespassing, to get to take a whack at one of the gobblers. A few close calls with pellets raining down on me from above, as neighbors shooting at turkeys still roosted, sky lined on my property, with me below, was the beginning of the end for me. And, then the trespassing got out of hand, where it was more work to hunt hunters than turkeys, or have guys come stalking me as I called, or flushed turkeys from their roost as they bumbled into my woods, after I had been sitting for a hour already. Over the years, turkey hunting sadly became more of a hassle, getting out of bed became an effort both mentally, and while I hate to admit it, physically. I like to think that someday the fire will reignite, but for now, it is but a small dying ember. Good luck to those still ablaze with the turkey hunting fever. I hope you all connect with your best turkey yet, and be safe.

Welcome to the site, and nice pictures!

Happy Easter!

Happy Birthday!

Wow! That is a beautiful picture. I would love a copy of that one to frame and hang up.

I still think he took a page right out of the Webster maniac's play book, with just a little spin. The guy in Webster set fire to draw firemen and police in, whereas, the Herkimer maniac set fire to draw them away from those he wanted to kill. Then, both holed up for the big shoot out, Webster chickens out and kills self, Herkimer tries to one up him and go down shooting. As I said before, I think it's weird how the two physically, look the same when you put their faces side by side. I can't help but wonder if in his sick mind, Herkimer, in some way identified with Webster. Sad, how they both caused so much pain to so many.

My wife calls me on the unit today to tell me this crap is going on just doors down from her brother's house, and business, in Mohawk. It was bad enough that a few months ago, the almost same scenario played out in Webster, a couple miles as the crow flies, from my daughter's house. So then I tell my wife how it seems this goof might actually identify with the guy in Webster, based on the similarity in his actions. She in turn looks up on the web and low and behold tells me over the phone, "holy smoke they look just like each other". Has any one else looked at the pictures of these guys and compared their likeness, side by side. Eerie!

I can do tuna in very small amounts, but actually gag on it in a sandwich. I think I'm in the same camp as you josephmrtn, way to many as a kid. Thanks for the heads up though, I'll tell the wife, she loves the stuff.