Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Catch-up #3 - A gift for Dad

Dad's been threatenin' to haul his ashes out west and whack an elk for as many years as I can recall. Two years back, he finally got the process started by gettin' in touch with an outfitter and puttin' in for preference points. Basically, as soon as he draws, he's finally goin'.

He won an beautiful Remington 700 Mountain Rifle in .300RUM in a gun drawin' many years back, and it's just been sittin' in the safe, waitin' for the day to come when he draws. He never bothered to put a scope on it, so I got the brilliant idea to get Mom and the brothers together and take care of that for him.

I did some research, figgered how much money we could put together and we got it done. We topped it off with a Leupold VXII 4-12x40 in matchin' stainless finish, and mounted it with a good, strong DNZ Game Reaper in matchin' finish. I may be biased, but it looks damn good. The ol' man was purty tickled come Christmas mornin' when he unzipped that case.

Now, we just gotta convince him to put a muzzle brake on that cannon and actually practice with it before he goes out...

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Rememberin' Renee

As mentioned, there's been one helluva show of support for our family after Renee's accident. It's really been a source of comfort for her parents, which, as a frequent guest at the breakfast table, I certainly appreciate as well.

There's been a slew of window stickers, shirts and other goods that have been sold by her friends to raise money. A friend of mine from the bar I work at is also a Zumba instructor, and she held a special Zumba session with all proceeds going to the family. Renee also worked at a local Kilwin's creamery, and her bosses and co-workers really stepped up to help as well.

Eisenhower Drive in nearby Hanover is locally famous for bein' a place to go cruise and hang out on a Friday night, yet another of Renee's favorite pastimes. Some friends of hers organized a memorial cruise, and asked for as many big trucks and rebel flags as possible. A memorial service was also held and donations were collected. I couldn't pull off the big truck part, but I did bring the ol' Battle Flag out of retirement for the occasion.

Renee loved all this new country music, and consequently spent a lot of time callin' the local country station, going to concerts and dancin' at the local line dance club, Tractor Twang, held by said country station. The DJs there also stepped up, and got in top-ten artist Chase Bryant to hold a benefit concert at a recent Twang. Video here. It was very neat when they announced that we'd set a new attendance record for Twang that evenin'. It should also be noted that Mr. Bryant offered to do this, at no charge, as soon as he heard the news about Renee. Definitely a class act.
 
The DJ even reached out to other country stars that Renee had met to put together a video for the family. Video here. I still can't stand most of this new country music, but after all this, I guess I have a little more respect for some of the folks that sing it.

The amount of donations has been so great that my aunt and uncle have started a memorial fund to put it in. Once established, they will use it as they see fit to benefit kids in agriculturally-related pursuits.

It's really been a blessin' how much good has been shown outta a tragedy. It really makes one start to have faith in humanity once again. It definitely makes one proud to live in a small town with good people and strong values.

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Catch-up #2 - The Great Beer Exchange

Some people exchange cookies at work. Well, I must have some of the damned finest co-workers around, cuz we exchange beer instead.

There were six of us in on it, so we all got four of each variety. There were no real rules put in place regardin' what to buy, although we encouraged everyone to go with somethin' seasonal, and also threatened a major ass-kickin' to whoever would be stupid enough to buy Keystone Light, or somethin' of that ilk.

All told, it turned out really well. The one lad also threw in a bonus sixer, so we all wound up with a single bonus brew. We would up with a very solid selection of seasonal brews, and I think everyone was purty happy.

From left to right:

Long Trail Limbo IPA
Long Trail Sick Day IPA
Shipyard GingerBreadHead
Magic Hat Snow Roller Hoppy Brown Ale
Lancaster Brewing Winter Warmer Ale
Atwater Brewery Vanilla Java Porter (That was my pick, and I done real good. Stuff's amazin'.)
DuClaw Sweet Baby Jesus Chocolate Peanut Butter Porter

I'm definitely a porter and stout kinda guy, with IPA's and brown ales comin' in a close third and fourth, so this case was definitely right up my alley. Sounds like everyone's in favor of doin' this again when the spring/summer seasonals come out, so hopefully I'll have another line-up for ya then.

Friday, February 6, 2015

Catch-up #1 - Deer season

We'd had some bad weather and bad luck on the first Saturday of the PA deer season. Only one tag got filled, and we all looked like a buncha drowned rats. The ol' Weaver scope on my Remington 760 was fogged up to beat the band, and I wasn't sure if I'd even be able to hunt with it the followin' Monday.

Rewind back a few years. A friend of ours from up around camp had a break-up, and mentioned on Facebook about sellin' some of his junk he'd left layin' around. Long story short, I would up a happy owner (briefly) of a gently used Tika T3 Light .30-06. Talk about a glass-smooth action and some damned good accuracy with factory loads.

Well, Matt was there when the transaction was made, and he was just beside himself with that gun. He was such a hot mess about it that I finally told him that if he wanted the damn thing that bad, he could just give me the money later and take it. I've regretted that decision ever since.

Several years later, with a scope on the fritz and no real chance of killin' a deer with it, I was fortunate enough to discover that Matt had left the Tika up at camp, and he was willin' to let me use it for Monday's hunt.

Monday dawned much purtier than Saturday had, and I found myself on a nearby field, keepin' an eye on an escape route that they reliably use when pressured.

Sure enough, an hour or so in, I saw a column of deer bust out of the creekbed on the low edge of the field and start out across the field about 200 yards away. That ol' Tika still shot like a dream, and I plugged a big ol' doe on a full-out run.

As I was field dressin' the deer, I looked across the valley to another field. It's a little hard to see, but there's four deer havin' a bite to eat, just a few scant yards in front on a ground blind. The ol' boys that hunt that property picked a bad day to stay home.

I put the ol' girl on the scale when I got back to camp, and was shocked to see that she dressed out at just under 160 pounds, which is just massive... likely heavier than any buck I've ever shot. Last year's muzzleloader doe was definitely bigger than this one, and now I'm kickin' myself for not buyin' a scale to see how big she really was.

That essentially ended my huntin' for the year, so I was damn glad to have her to fill the freezer with. Bein' able to take the first deer with that Tika kinda eased some of the pain of havin' sold it, so that was a good thing too.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Playin' Catch-up

After a rather hectic December and January, Monday marked my first day off in almost eight weeks. Aside from splittin' wood for an hour or so, I purty much did nothin', and it was glorious. After my cousin's accident, I pretty much vowed to help out however possible, which meant pickin' up as many of her and her mother's milkin' shifts as possible until we could get another milker trained. Needless to say, I've seen more than enough of those cows since then. Fit in my full time job and my bar shifts, and I've not spent much time at home as of late.

Thankfully, it looks like my schedule will be returnin' to what passes for normal, for the most part. That'll undoubtedly make the girl happy, as I can finally spend a little more time with her and start makin' a contribution to our home again. I've got a list ten miles long of shit that need done around here. Hopefully, that also means I'll be able to catch up on some postin' that I've been slackin' on the last few weeks.

I've got a lot to catch up on this here blog, startin' with the last week of deer season the week before my cousin's accident. Hopefully y'all don't mind some old news, cuz you're fixin' to get some.

Stay tuned, y'all.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Brrrr

Three months after fightin' electrical gremlins on the scooter durin' the last leg of my road trip, I finally took the time to figure out what the hell was wrong with 'er, with some help from a friend from work who has mastered the electrickery.

Let's just say I picked one helluva night to hem her back together and start ridin' her again.

It'll be a brisk 21 miles home from work...

Monday, January 5, 2015

My cousin Renee

I've mentioned before that I still milk cows on my aunt and uncle's farm, just south of Gettysburg. It was my first job durin' high school, and I've been there goin' on 14 years. I enjoy the solitude of the parlor, it's nice to have the supplemental pay, and it gives the other milkers a break. My ol' man's sister married into the farm, and it's run almost entirely by family, so everyone gets along well.

Durin' my 14 years there, I've become very close with my aunt and uncle, prolly closer than anyone else outside of my immediate family. They've taken care of me as readily as they do their own children, and I've taken in many meals and had many hours of comfortable sleep on the couch or in the spare bedroom over the years.

In the wee hours of December 14th, their youngest daughter and my cousin Renee, died after wrecking her truck just a few short miles from home. While we may never know exactly what happened, we do know that she was sober, wearin' her seat belt, doin' around the speed limit, and was not on her phone at the time of the accident. Best guess is that she fell asleep at the wheel, which is somethin' that damn near all of us can be convicted of.

There were 11 years between Renee and I, so we weren't particularly close. However, she also milked on the farm and I spent many hours hangin' out at the house, so we had a good, functionin' relationship.

Needless to say, it's been purty rough and rocky around these parts the last few weeks. I've been doin' my best to be there for my aunt and uncle, while tryin' to sort out my own emotions about the whole thing. Renee was also pickin' up more and more of the milkin' shifts, so with her gone and her mother grievin', plus another part-time milker out on maternity leave, the twice-a-day milkin' schedule fell on me and another aunt. Also factor in the services and recent holiday gatherin's, plus all of my other committments, and you got one wore-out Bear with not a lotta free time as of late.

We're slowly adjustin' to the new normal, and hopefully in a few weeks I will be back on a somewhat sane schedule. In the meantime, we're left to adjust to another searin' wound in our family tree, which has seen no shortage of Christmastime tragedies over the years.

On the positive side, the outpourin' of support from our local community has just been amazin'. There's been vigils, memorial services at her favorite activities, and several varieties of fundraisers from friends, local businesses, and even complete strangers. Hundreds of folks have pitched in to many of these activities, and my aunt and uncle have just been in awe of how many people their daughter really affected. With so many donations comin' in from different places, they are in the process of settin' up a memorial fund in Renee's name.

I'll leave you with the obit...

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Renee Alexandra Clowney, 20, of Gettysburg, entered into God’s eternal care on Sunday, Dec. 14, 2014, as a result of a vehicle accident south of Gettysburg.

Born Nov. 16, 1994, in Hanover, she was the daughter of John M. and Peggy C. (Murren) Clowney of Gettysburg.

She was a 2013 graduate of Gettysburg Area High School, where she was a member of the Battlefield Chapter of Future Farmers of America, and was an 11-year member of Adams County 4-H.

She was employed as a farmer at the family dairy operation, Lagging Stream Farm in Cumberland Township, and at Kilwin’s of Gettysburg.

She was a member of St. Francis Xavier Catholic Church of Gettysburg.

Renee was a pickup-driving, camo-wearing, line-dancing country girl. She was also sweet and kind and just the right amount of goofy, a dear and loving friend to so many young people who now grieve for her.
She loved every animal large and small, from the latest litter of farm kittens to her half-ton Holsteins. She especially loved her brother’s dog, Harvey; the family cat, Madison, and her dairy cows, Larissa, Lily, Loretta, Laurel, Lilac, Neena, Nora, Nova, Savanna, Sera, Storm, Spark, Swift, Shine, Sammi and Gale.
She is survived by one sister, Amanda K. (Clowney) Roser and husband, Adam, of Gettysburg; a brother, David T. Clowney of Gettysburg; and her dear baby nephew, Brantley W. Roser. She was predeceased by a sister, April E. Clowney.

She is also survived by her maternal grandmother, Marion A. (Sprenkle) Murren of Hanover; her paternal grandparents, Thomas and Joanne (Weiss) Clowney of Gettysburg. Renee is also survived by her paternal aunts and uncles, Robert Clowney and wife Charlotte of Gettysburg; Diane Simonson and husband Geoff of Warrenton, Va.; Donna Scott and husband Dennis, of Gardners, and Carol Nell and husband Ray, of Gettysburg, and her maternal aunts and uncles, Anthony Murren and wife Joy, of McSherrystown; Angela Murren of Hanover; Wanda Murren and husband Darrell Crabbs Sr., of Spring Grove; Terrence Murren and wife Patty of New Oxford; Ann Murren and companion Steve Carroll of Kenneth City, Fla., and Barbara Garman of Carlisle.

She was also predeceased by her maternal grandfather, Thomas Murren, by her aunts, Kathryn (Murren) Hippensteel and Susan (Murren) Roth, and her cousin, K. Benjamin Smith.

She was the “baby cousin” to both families and her many cousins will miss and love her forever.

The service will be Thursday, Dec. 18, meeting at the Murphy Funeral Home, 501 Ridge Ave., McSherrystown, at 9 a.m. to proceed to St. Francis Xavier Historic Church, 25 W. High St., Gettysburg, for a Mass of Christian burial at 10 a.m.. Burial will be in St. Francis Xavier Cemetery, High Street, Gettysburg.

The family will receive friends and relatives at the Murphy Funeral Home, McSherrystown, on Wednesday, Dec. 17, from 5-8 p.m. with prayers at 8 p.m.

Memorial contributions may be made to 4-H Clubs of Adams County, 670 Old Harrisburg Road, Gettysburg, PA 17325, or to the Adams County SPCA, 11 Goldenville Road, Gettysburg, PA 17325.