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    My life

    Ok, so not sure what to do here except write things down. If someone reads it, cool. If not, that's cool too.
    Basically I'm just layin here in my rack waitin for my night night pills to kick in, which they will here in a few I reckon. I'm layin here reminiscing on my life. Sometimes I think it's not all that great. But then again other times I know I've had a great life that so few ppl ever get to lead like I have. Grew up in a great family, in an awesome place. When my mom split, it was best for everyone. She had her life to live, she wasn't happy in small town USA, that's cool, we all have our own destinies in life and we gotta follow the road that it takes us down. She spilt when I was 5, 1st grade. After that she wasn't around much. At first it was every other weekend like I figure the divorce papers said. After that she moved on up to Tennessee, so she came around once maybe twice in the school year and maybe a week or so during the summer. So that left me and my dad trying to figure it out on our own w/ a little guidance from Granny and Bruce. Of course after a while my dad remarried to his wife. But for reasons of having combined 2 families in to one, the whole living together as one big happy family didn't work out at all, so she and her son moved back to their house accross the county. During the summers, I'd spend the days up at Granny and Bruce's house while my dad was at work. As I got a little older he started traveling to sell trailers to keep the company going. Lord he worked hard. He'd be gone a week, home a week. Granny would come pick me up from school, take me home where I'd grab my shotgun, jump on the four wheeler and head off in the woods during the winter and go shoot 1 squirrel every afternoon. I'd bring it home, so proud of it. Bruce would help me skin it, then Granny would cook it.
    During the summer I'd wake up, eat breakfast, then grab my dad's old .22, my hatchet, and my possible bag, and head to the woods. I thought I had to chop down a tree everyday. Now if y'all know about choppin w/ a hatchet you know it ain't gonna be a very big tree, but still I thought I had to do it, so I did.
    6th grade year I had this great idea to go live w/ my mom. She lived on a big lake in South Carolina, the fishing was off the chain, but everything else sucked. When I came home Christmas that year, my best friend had rode up there w/ my dad to come get me. After we got home, my mom called to tell me she was moving back to Tennesse. I could either stay in Alabama or move to,Tennesse. Needless to say, I stayed. That year my dad got me my first big rifle, it was a Marlin lever action 30-30 w/ a taco 4x32 on it. Man I thought I was big time then.
    By the time deer season rolled around I had that gun drivin tacks at 100 yards. I won't never forget it, it was my 7th grade year. I had already killed one deer w/ my dad the year before, but never one on my own, I'd been huntin every afternoon after school, we had gotten out early for thanksgiving vacation. I had been sitting my stand all afternoon, it had done got dark, so I was walking home, kickin dirt clods, whistling just being a kid. I came around the corner of the field, looked up and there was 2 deer standing there not 50 yards away. I pulled my gun up, and shot. Tbh I thought I had missed, so I started walking on. Then I looked up and there she was just layin there graveyard dead. I hooped and hollered, went running up to the house yellin Bruce Bruce Bruce, busted in the house out of breathe just beside my self. I looked at Bruce and told him I got one!!!! So we went and got it then skinned it. I think that was the best deer meat I've ever ate.
    Anyway back to what I was originally saying before I got sidetracked. I grew up,w/ a great family. But from the end of that story on, I was fully devoted to deer huntin and fishin. I'm gettin tired so I'm going to sum this up, otherwise it'll take all the night.
    As I said before, I have a great family, I've got an awesome son, I had the privilege to learn how to commercial fish from some of the true legends on the Florida Gulf coast, while it was down there working deck. True legends, Don Morell, Big Joe McCkinney, Celave Sauls, Wendall Sauls, Cottontop, Goofaloo, the list goes on and on. I've rode out some of the wildest storms on boats anywhere from 32' to 250'. I heard the call of the sea and I answered her willingly. Folks if the sea ever calls you and you answer, and you will, there's no denying her call. You'll never go back to a land job. Once the sea gets a hold of you, you get it in your blood, there's nothing you'd rather be doing than be on a boat somewhere out there. I've commercial fished from Tampa Fl to Brownsville Tx and back again. Caught most everything that swims in the gulf. Spent months at a time on a Supply Boat offloading and back loading deck cargo, pumping the rigs liquid mud, fuel, potable water, completion fluid. Pumping dry bulk like Gel, Barite, and sand.
    I've got to hunt all over the southeast and Midwest, places like Adams, Pike, and Schylar county Illinois, Abanoose County in Iowa, Christian, Hopkins, Muhlenberg, Trigg, Caldwell, Webster and Ballard counties in Kentucky. Somewhere along the lines I've met some awesome ppl, made some really great friends. Loved and lost some of the most extraordinary women. Seen sights a lot of folks never get too see. Cut cornfields so big you can stand on one side and not see the other. Sunrises and sunsets over the water so beautiful words can't describe them and pictures don't do them justice.
    After all these years, a couple years ago somewhere subconsciously I decided it was gettin on time to settle down, so that's what I did. After me and the ex broke up, I took a few months to myself, played around a little, asked one of my friends out on a date, she agreeded thankfully. Now a year and some change later, I've got the best job I could ever ask to have, live in one of the prettiest little towns in Kentucky, engaged to a truly great woman, have a good relationship w/ my dad and my son, have 2 soon to be step kids.
    After many years of living out there on the edge, doing battles w/ drugs, depression and thoughts of suicide, I can finally say I've found my home and I'm extremely happy.
    If anybody reads this, and is considering suicide, please for all that is holy, take 5 mins, think about what's good in your life. No matter how bleak it looks, no matter what has brought you to that point, think just for few mins, study your life real hard, bc there is always something worth living for.

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    29 more hours left on this boat then it's time to put this hitch in the books. Ready to get off here, buy me a couple shot bottles of coconut rum to mix in my coke when I get to the camp. Meet my dad there see if we can shoot a few ducks, then riddin on to South Alabama seein the youngun spend the weekend with him, then headin on home to Western Kentucky seeing my fiancé, huntin ducks and maybe even relaxin some. Then headin over to Arkansas to hunt some more ducks and see my mom. Then comin back to work

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    1 more duck hunt for this time off unless I get back to Alabama in time to slip off down to the beaver pond to try and shoot a woodie Tuesday afternoon. Been a great time off spent time w/ my son, fiancée, step kids, and friends. Watched my son miss a deer, shoot his first dove, killed 2 deer myself, few doves. Watched The Crimson Tide roll right on over Florida, watched over 1000 mallards, pintails, gadwalls, black ducks, and widgeons light 50 yards from me in a flooded milo field for 20 mins. Kicked them up, let them get out of the field then started shooting them as they flew back over, killed my first Blackduck, spent many hours in the duck blind w/ a very good friend not killing nothing just enjoying watching the ducks fly, killed a mess of Pheasants for supper one night. Watched my dad get fired back up one morning in the swamp when we had a group of 40-50 teal buzz right over the decoys. So got my hamburger meat made for the year from the 2 deer I killed, need 2 more, 1 for sausage 1 for summer sausage, got 2 more birds for the wall, got to watch the sun come up over the swamps, fields, and woods. Life is great

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    1st pic is of me and my soon to be step daughter, 2nd pic is my black duck, 3rd pic is after one duck hunt other pics are of duck holes[Register to see the link] [Register to see the link] [Register to see the link] [Register to see the link] [Register to see the link]

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    My wonderful fiancé [Register to see the link]

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    1 more hunt in the flooded timber in NE Ar in the morning, puts me at 10 straight days duck huntin. Guys I'm going w/ killed 8.5 limits of greenheads this morning which equals 46 head of mallards, gadwall & teal

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    When I was in the spotlight thread I was asked what all I think about when I'm on watch at night. Well last night was my first night back and this has been on my mind for a couple days actually. I feel like I've been blessed no I know I've been blessed way more than I should've been. I've got a great job an even better family than I deserve. My fiancé, son, and step kids and friends are better than any man could ask for

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    Plans for when I get off.
    First 2 days Panama City beach hunting the bay for diver ducks
    First Saturday hunting lake Seminole for diver ducks mainly Canvas backs and redheads
    First Sunday- might go deer huntin then head out to Mo for a goose hunt
    Monday- goose/duck hunt in Mo
    Tuesday- Friday duck hunt in the swamp w/ a couple buddies
    Final weekend off- duck hunt at a buddy of mines house in North Al Monday and Tuesday either duck or deer hunt

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