Introduction
The outdoors has special meaning to me. I caught my first fish at age 4 and shot my first duck at age 9. Nearly four decades later I still get excited when I get to spend any time outdoors. A lot has changed during that time but the anticipation and experiences are still similar and just as exciting. It’s a great place to be....Read More
These days I enjoy many different types of hunting. I’m an avid, some might say rabid, waterfowler. I love to bowhunt and have traveled the country doing so for various big game species, although I’m fairly content with Kansas whitetails and turkeys now. And when it’s not hunting season I’m usually fishing. I love to fish for walleye, crappie and channel catfish. I’m at home on the front of my boat on a big reservoir or wading a small Flint Hills stream. It’s all good.
Throw in a recent bout with the trapping bug and decades of camping with family and friends and it’s obvious I have an addiction for the outdoors.
Many of my most memorable outdoor experiences in recent years have centered on those with my children. My 18-year-old daughter and twin 12-year-old boys have been a major part of my outings. Watching their eyes light up as they realize the wonders of Mother Nature and her bounty likely has even more meaning than my own personal satisfaction. Spending quality time with them outdoors carries significant and substantial meaning, no matter what we’re doing.
In this Blog I’ll attempt to relay some of the enjoyment and satisfaction I get from being outdoors. Topics covered will be broad in scope and run the gamut. It’s all fair game. If you can sit at your computer and read a particular entry and it stirs you to try it, or helps make your experience more enjoyable, I will be pleased. And if it does nothing more than make you smile or laugh that too, will please me. The outdoors is truly a great place to be!
Good luck!
Marc Murrell
Thursday, July 14, 2011
KIND WORDS
I had just picked up some catfishing supplies from a small, local sporting goods store on my lunch hour. As I headed for the door I noticed an older, unassuming gentleman in a wheelchair sitting nearby. I nodded and said, "Hello" as I passed.
He responded with, "How's your new puppy doing?"
I stopped in my tracks.
I've written several articles about the passing of my beloved black Lab, Mag, last summer. I've also chronicled the challenges of starting a puppy, one of his offspring, in the ways of retriever training. I assumed this gentleman had read some of those articles.
"He's doing well," I said as I turned around. "He's got a ways to go to catch up to his ol' man, though."
"I'm sorry to hear about your old dog," he said with compassion.
We chatted for a bit about dogs, fishing and the like. Although our conversation was brief it was truly refreshing as well as rewarding. The gentleman was pleasant and sincere. And the fact he initiated a conversation to talk about something near-and-dear to me was indeed humbling.
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