A Dixie Lady Deer Hunter

Friday, September 27, 2024

Happy Birthday Noah and Will

I want to wish my two great-grandsons a very Happy Birthday. Noah is 6 years old today, and William David will be 7 tomorrow. They will have a birthday bash tomorrow at Rocky Springs Campground on the Natchez Trace Parkway.

I'm looking forward to seeing them. Happy Birthday, Noah and Will. I love you so much, Great Gran Gran.


6 years old today!


7 years old tomorrow.

Wednesday, September 25, 2024

Happy 52nd Birthday, Suzi

 


Today, my youngest of four daughters, Marian Suzanne "Suzi" Nicholas, turns 52. She is an excellent Mother to her daughters, Emma (17) and Kate (11) in Virginia. I am so proud of who she has become, and I wish her a happy and blessed birthday. I love you very much, Suzi! Mom xoxo

September 25, 1972

Tuesday, September 17, 2024

Happy 27th Birthday, Lucy!!



I just remembered that it's my granddaughter Lucy's 27th Birthday today. Wishing her the best Happy Birthday yet. I love and miss you and hope to see you real soon. Gran Gran xoxo

Tuesday, September 10, 2024

Two Bears Killed at Redwood, MS, North of Vicksburg

Within two days, two bears were hit and killed by vehicles in Warren County, Vicksburg, MS. MS Department of Wildlife, Fisheries, and Parks were notified.  They recently passed through town and were sad that they were killed in our Mississippi outdoors at night.

Sunday, September 08, 2024

Are Bears Becoming a Problem in Mississippi?

 

Anthony Ballard, an officer with the Mississippi Department of Wildlife, Fisheries, and Parks, leads a presentation about black bears.


Following the recent sighting of a black bear near the Old Courthouse Museum in Vicksburg, some residents may be wondering about the status of the black bear in MS and whether or not safety from bears is something to be concerned about.  

Anthony Ballard of the MS Department of Wildlife, Fisheries, and Parks recently gave a presentation at Crawford Street United Methodist Church about the status of black bears in the area. 

According to Ballard, black bears were placed on the federal "threatened and endangered species" list in 1974. By 2016, they had been removed from the list.

Ballard explained that black bears, although they can be cinnamon-colored, are usually black with a brown muzzle. There are two subspecies in MS: the American black bear and the Louisiana black bear. Adult males typically weigh between 250 and 350 pounds. An adult female usually weighs around 200 pounds and gives birth about once every two years. Ballard said cubs are born in the den and spend 12-18 months with their mother before becoming independent.

The most giant bear on record in MS, at 468 pounds, was killed on a roadway in Wilkinson County, Ballard said.

Bears are periodically trapped, tranquilized, and examined. A sample of their DNA is taken, and an overall health assessment is done before a small chip to identify them is implanted.

GPS collars help track the routes bears travel, referred to as "home ranges."  Their journeys throughout MS, even into Louisiana territory, and back again are charted on digital maps. Bears are more active in the summer, often traveling hundreds of miles. From this research, Ballard said they have learned not to relocate bears in MS (although other states do) because they are adept at finding their way back.

"This is one of the last great conservation success stories we have," Ballard said. "They were almost extirpated in the state, and what we're doing right now is monitoring that natural growth over time. We hope one day that they reach a number sustainable for harvest, like the Eastern wild turkey, the white-tailed deer, and, more recently, the alligator."

Once a bear crosses into MS, it becomes an "MS bear," as Hunter Fordice found out in 2006 when he received a call that a bear with a tracking device originally from Arkansas had pinged as been on his land, located in the MS Delta. This unexpected finding launched Fordice into the world of black bear conservation.

"It just sort of fell in my lap," Fordice said. He was notified by a previous MDWFP officer, Brad Young, that the bear had been located on his land.

"F920 was a female...caught in Arkansas and relocated to Felsenthal. We don't do that in MS, but Arkansas did. It's about 100 miles due west of my farm. She swam the river with a cub. I saw tracks (of the bear). That was in "06."

For those concerned about interactions with black bears, Ballard advised minimizing attractants.

"There's a good chance (In this area) that you have bears close by, whether you know it or not. It's important to put up pet foods and trash and take them out in the morning rather than the night before. You want to minimize the exposure to an attractant. Bears have a sense of smell about seven times better than dogs. So anything a dog will get into, a bear will get into, and he's even better at it," He added. Bird feeders and even barbecue grills will attract bears.

Confrontation with black bears is extremely rare, Ballard said.

"What we tell people to do, if they encounter a bear in the wild, from a distance, just let the bear go on about its business. The bear will often see or smell you and be gone before you have to deal with the bear. If you're in a situation where the bear gets too close for comfort, it's time to get big and loud and scare it away. If you're worried about it, bear spray is a good thing ... it's safe for the bears and very effective because their sense of smell is compassionate."  

Any sightings of black bears may be reported to MDWFP at their website, https://xnet2.mdwfp.com/NRIS/Home/BearReport.

By Sally Green - The Vicksburg Post

Saturday, September 07, 2024

CHOMP!


Locals bag nearly 10-foot gator!

The Rev. Tom Potter, pastor at Crawford Street United Methodist Church, received a tag from the Mississippi Department of Wildlife Fisheries and Parks for the gator hunt.  Potter tagged the 9-1/2-foot 220-pound gator in the Yazoo River about 10 minutes after launching from the Vicksburg Boat Launch.  Mark Jefferson, Hunter Parrett, Christa Parrett, Joey King, and Carson King hunted with Potter.

Thursday, September 05, 2024

Guest Post by Joshua Berry, Cane Creek Munitions Owner

Today, I am honored to have a guest post from Joshua Berry, owner of Cane Creek Munitions. Enjoy his article on munitions.

1. What's up, gun enthusiasts!

Hey there gun enthusiasts! Are you tired of searching high and low for all your ammunition, gun parts, and hunting gear? Look no further, because Cane Creek Munitions has got you covered! From guns and firearms to scopes, sights, and optics, they've got everything you need for your shooting and hunting adventures. Keep reading to find out why Cane Creek Munitions should be your go-to for all things gun-related!


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2. So, why should you choose Cane Creek Munitions?

Let me break it down for you why Cane Creek Munitions is the place for all your gun needs. First off, their selection is top-notch, like, they've got everything under the sun for your shooting and hunting game. Plus, their customer service is off the charts - super friendly and always willing to help a fellow gun lover out. Trust me, once you shop at Cane Creek, you'll never look back. Time to gear up and lock 'n load, my friend!

 

3. Our products are top-notch, here's why.

Listen up, folks! Cane Creek Munitions ain't messin' around when it comes to their products. I'm talkin' top-notch quality that'll blow your mind! From guns to ammo to accessories, they've got it all. You won't find no flimsy stuff here, only the real deal for serious shooters like you. So, if you wanna step up your gun game and feel like a true boss on the range, Cane Creek is where it's at. Don't settle for mediocrity, aim for greatness with Cane Creek Munitions!

 

4. Connect with us and other gun lovers!

Hey there, gun enthusiasts! Ready to join a community that shares your passion for all things firearms? At Cane Creek Munitions, we're more than just a store - we're a family of like-minded individuals who appreciate the craftsmanship and power behind a good ol' gun. Connect with us on our social media channels to stay up to date on the latest products, deals, and maybe even share some shooting tips with your fellow marksmen. Let's build a network where we can all geek out over guns together! So what are you waiting for? Come on over and let's talk guns on Facebook or Instagram!

 

5. We've got the best platform for all things firearms.

If you're hunting for the ultimate hub for all things firearms, you've hit the jackpot with Cane Creek Munitions! We've curated the best platform where you can geek out over guns, check out the newest gear and deals, and swap shooting tips with your fellow gun enthusiasts. Our community is all about the love for firearms, craftsmanship, and the thrill of the range. Don't miss out on the action - join us on our social media channels to stay in the loop and be part of the coolest gun-loving family around! What are you waiting for? Let's dive into the world of guns together!

 

6. Get ready to join a community that has your back!

Get ready to join a community that has your back! When you're part of the Cane Creek Munitions family, you're not just a gun enthusiast - you're part of a tight-knit group that's got your six. Share your passion for firearms, swap stories, and get advice from fellow shooters who speak your language. Whether you're a seasoned pro or just starting out, there's a place for you in our group. Plus, with the latest gear and tips at your fingertips, you'll always be at the top of your game. So, why wait? Come on over and let's lock and load together! Join us on Facebook or Instagram

 

7. In conclusion, Cane Creek Munitions is the place to be for all your gun-related needs.

Alright, folks, in conclusion, if you're into all things gun-related, Cane Creek Munitions is the place you wanna be. This community isn't just about blasting targets; it's about having a squad that's got your back no matter what. From seasoned pros to newbies, everyone's welcome here. And with the latest gear and insider tips, you'll always be on top of your game. So, if you haven't already, what are you waiting for? Come check us out and let's lock and load together! See you on the firing line, shooters!

Monday, September 02, 2024

Starting To Get That Neck

 




My Facebook friend, Mike Persichini of Michigan, took these pictures of bucks starting to get that neck in our great wild outdoors!

Sunday, September 01, 2024

MS Alligator Hunters Bag 800lb. Giant

The size and mass of his head is unreal.  MS alligator hunters bag 800-pound giant

Complete story at this link - 'The size and mass of his head is unreal.' MS alligator hunters bag 800-pound giant (newsbreak.com)


Sasser, the tag-holder, was hunting in the Yazoo River near Vicksburg. Her hunting party consisted of her mother and father, Marty and Lauren Sasser of Terry, Justin Pettway of Pelahatchie, Connie Flanagin of Terry and Brandi Robinson of Enterprise.

Wednesday, August 28, 2024

Sharing A Memory About Billy

My former husband Bob took this funny/wet picture of Billy Boykin, Jr., at Brown's Point Hunting Club, Kings Point Island, around the new year about 19 years ago. Bob and I, Billy and his wife Lynn, were the only ones at the camp hunting. All the other hunters were smart and got out in time. The Mississippi River and the backwaters had risen, and the camp was slowly going underwater. We left our vehicles safely on the road and returned to the deer camp to hunt some more. When we got ready to leave the following day, the water was so high that we decided to elect Billy to go and get the boat so we could get out. To get the boat, he had to wade into the cold, frigid water to the other side. It was not funny then for him, but as you can see, he was trying to remove his wet clothes and change them into dry ones. Billy had harvested a deer the day before, and we had to get our guns, etc., out of there. It was an adventure for sure! The look on his face tells it all! His favorite song he would always sing was "I Feel Good,"....but I don't think he was feeling so good at this point in time to sing "I Feel Good"! More like, "I Feel Brrrr Cold!

Saturday, August 24, 2024

Deer Loving Bread & Peanut Butter!

Mom brings the kids by every night for bread and peanut butter. They love it!

These are pictures of deer in Mike Persichini's backyard in Michigan.






Great photos, Mike!!

Sunday, August 18, 2024

Hunting Story



One cool November morning, two hunters take their biggest buck ever.

As they struggled to drag the monster buck back to their pickup, they were stopped by a game warden.
He asked to see their hunting licenses.
Assured that all was in order, the game warden wished them a good day, but offered some advice...
"If you men would pull from the front legs, instead of the back legs, the buck will glide easier in the leaves instead of going against the grain of fur. "
The hunters thanked the game warden and took his advice.
After about an hour of pulling the deer, the first hunter says to the other, "That game warden was a nice guy, and this deer is easier to pull."
The second hunter replies, "Yeah, but he wasn't all that smart..."
"We're getting further away from the truck."

Saturday, August 17, 2024

You Start Dying Slowly If...

 You start dying slowly ;

if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.
You start dying slowly :
When you kill your self-esteem,
When you do not let others help you.
You start dying slowly ;
If you become a slave of your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths…
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colours
Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.
You start dying slowly :
If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions;
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.
You start dying slowly :
If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain
If you do not go after a dream
If you do not allow yourself
At least once in your lifetime
To run away from sensible advice
Don't let yourself die slowly
Do not forget to be happy!
~ Pablo Neruda♡
Chilean poet who was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971
Via Rumi

Thursday, August 15, 2024

Triple X

Throwback Thursday: This picture of me was taken by my former husband, Robert Phillip (Deceased), in his deer stand, Triple X, at Brown's Point Hunting Club on Kings Point Island in the late 1980s. The stand is no longer there and was washed away by the Mississippi River years ago. We saw a lot of deer off of this stand, which was one of my favorites to hunt from.


I'm on Triple X deer stand.

Wednesday, August 14, 2024

Having Fun At Colonial Beach, VA


Granddaughters Kate and Emma enjoy summer vacation at Colonial Beach, VA, before school starts.

Sunday, August 04, 2024

Enlightened Mind


"Many have passed away, and those who are still here are called

"the elderly.""

We were born in the 40s-50s-60s.
We grew up in the 50's-60's-70's
We studied in the 60s-70s-80s.
We were together in the 70s-80s-90s.
We got married or not and discovered the world in the 70s-80s-90s.
Adventuring into the 80s - 90s
We're settling in to the 2000s.
We became wiser in 2010s.
And we’re going strong into 2020 and beyond.
Turns out we went through EIGHT different decades...

TWO different centuries...
TWO different millennials...

We've gone from phone with operator for long distance calls, pay booths, video calls worldwide.

We’ve gone from slides to YouTube, vinyls to online music, handwritten letters to emails and Whats App.

Live games on the radio, black and white TV, color TV, then HD 3D TV.

We went to the video store and now watching Netflix.

We've known the first computers, punch cards, disks and now we have gigabytes and megabytes on our smartphones.

We wore shorts all through our childhood, then trousers, ep pants or mini-skirts, Oxfords, Clarks, Palestinian scarves, jumpsuits, and blue jeans.

We avoided childhood paralysis, meningitis, poliomyelitis, tuberculosis, swine flu and now COVID-19.

We've done roller skating, roller skating, tricycle, bicycle, moped, gasoline or diesel and now we drive hybrids or electric.

We played with the little ones
horses and checkers, ostrich and marbles, 1000 threshold and monopoly, now there's candy crush on our smartphones
And we read... much
And our schoolmates religion was not a subject...
We used to drink tap water and lemonade in glass bottles, and the vegetables on our plate were always fresh, today we get meals delivered
Yes, we have been through a lot but what a beautiful life we have had!

They might describe us as “ex-annuals”; people who were born in this 50s world, who had an analog childhood and digital adulthood.
We should add the Biological Revolution that we have witnessed. In 1960, biology was very descriptive. We have witnessed the event of Molecular Biology: the molecules of Life have been discovered: DNA, RNA etc. When you see everything that has come from it: gene therapy, gene fingerprints, and others the progress is considerable.

We kind of have "seen it all"!

Our generation has literally lived and witnessed more than any other in every dimension of life.

This is our generation that has literally adapted to "CHANGE".

A big congratulations to all the members of a very special generation, which will be UNIQUE.. " 
 

I was born in January 1941 and have seen a lot and still here at 83. I'm truly Blessed. ❤

Saturday, July 27, 2024

Canadian Geese @ Swamp


I took this picture of Canadian geese in a swamp at the 49 Interchange near Yazoo City, MS, about 15 years ago when returned from the Christmas Place Plantation Hunting Club. I always stopped there on my way home from the deer camp near Eden, MS.

Thursday, July 04, 2024

Black Bear Was Spotted in Vicksburg, MS, on 4th of July




Brody Cook spotted the bear Thursday morning climbing a tree in front of a home near Culkin Academy off Highway 61. The school is permanently closed.

In a Facebook message, Cook posted, "AWARENESS!!! Culkin and Mt Albam area!!! We have a visitor in the area this morning was last seen approx 15 mins ago behind old Culkin school!!! Keep an eye out for your pets and children in the area!!! He or she was not a happy camper!!!!"

The sighting comes as the Mississippi Department of Wildlife, Fisheries and Parks is working with Mississippi State University to conduct a statewide public survey to gain a better understanding of the perceptions surrounding black bears in the state.

The wildlife department said this is the first public survey in the state that addresses bears since the early 2000s.

Click here to read about the Black Bear Program.

Friday, June 21, 2024

Happy 34th Birthday, Carl



I wish my grandson, Carlton Thomas, a Happy 34th Birthday today. A couple pix of him on a cannon in the Vicksburg National Military Park when he was a young kid. He is also my hunting buddy. May you have many more returns of the day, Carl. I love you bunches!!! Gran Gran

❤

Thursday, June 20, 2024

Sonya's 40th Birthday Today

My Granddaughter, Sonya Michelle Gordy, turns 40 years old today! She is the firstborn of six granddaughters and was at the hospital when she came into this world at 4:00 a.m. I'm proud to say that she has served our country in the U. S. Navy. I wish her a happy 40th birthday today and hope she has many more returns of the day. I love you, Gran Gran


Tuesday, June 18, 2024

Daughter Remembering Her Dad, Bill Worrell

 

🧡Happy Father’s Day to all dads!🧡
This is a rather lengthy post this morning remembering my dad.
Our friends, Ron Whitmore & Karen Whitmore created a beautiful book, The Way of The Worrell in honor of my dad Bill Worrell. Memories, photographs, and Worrellisms written by friends and colleagues fill this wonderful labor of love. It can be found at Worrell Gallery in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
(I am so fortunate to have met and danced with Bill at my former stepdaughter and Ron's home years ago. I loved his artwork, and was such a gentleman)
🌀~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~🌀
Worrell. My dad.
When I was near 4, my mother loaded my 3 year old brother, Bill, Doggette (our cocker spaniel mix), some suitcases, me, and herself and moved us from Lubbock, TX to the Gulf Coast. It wasn’t long before my dad came to Sweeny to see us. That particular visit is significant for me, being the first after the great migration. Living close to Surfside and Sargent, there were many trips to the beach, but going with my dad (anywhere) was always a different sort of adventure! There was crabbing at the mouth of the San Bernard, locating seagull nests in the dunes by use of binoculars and tracking with army men and other found objects on the beach, digging up sand crab holes to find the crabs, canned tuna and sand covered Fritos in thunderstorms, camping with mosquitoes so thick you breathed them, and even in the most remote parts, always a wandering soul or two with their story.
It was the mid to late 60’s, back when the beaches were still full of sand dollars, whole shells, dunes, and blue water. My dad would sketch and watercolor paint, the steering wheel and his lap being his easel as Billy and I sat beside him watching, trying not to squirm. That first visit he didn’t tell us it was his last day and that he was leaving, but I figured it out when he took us to 7-Eleven to get an ICEE. (An ICEE for us back in those days meant something was up.) I have experienced emotional pain throughout my adult life, but remembering that day is still really tough.
So began the life as a child of divorced parents. What a ride! Although there were many hardships, my brother and I had the best of bipolar worlds.
My dad. Worrell. People ask me (and have asked me for years) what was it like to have Worrell as your father? I just smile. I mean really. From the spelling of my name to the naming of his beloved home, The Independent Kingdom and Sovereign Nation of New Art, my dad is the most creative person I have yet to meet. I can’t imagine my dad not being my dad. He was the furthest from a traditional father as one could know. Yet his core being could not keep him from practicing some of that traditional fatherly guidance. My brother is the only person who knew my dad like I knew him. We often speak of the lessons he taught; those wild, unconventional, even questionable teachings. My dad never spanked us. His words were enough.
And those words could be quite colorful at times. We learned the art of cursing: when it was appropriate to do it, how to do it the right way, and where to do it (which seemed to be only when one was alone or with one’s kids during a life lesson of sorts. Grin.) Above all, he taught us honesty, honor, and integrity. He taught us that nothing was free and he taught us to be good citizens. He taught us that there are three sides to every story: yours, mine and the truth. My dad gave us the love for the land, the love for The Supreme Architect of the Universe, the love of music, travel, and humans all by providing hands-on experiences for these loves. Christmas gifts were a sketchbook and a charcoal pencil along with a road trip in the VW bus to Las Vegas, New Mexico where we would spend the holidays at a friend’s cabin on the Gallinas River hoping to be snowed in long enough to miss the start of school. Summers were spent traveling in the VW bus from the coast of Texas to New Mexico, Colorado, Utah, and on to Wyoming. There were weeks when we saw no humans other than each other. We slept on the ground in our sleeping bags; there were no tents. Dinner was freshly caught rainbow trout over a campfire or the Coleman stove if there was enough fuel. Baths? Grab a bar of biodegradable soap and head for that crystal clear (and extremely cold) mountain stream. The hikes, the sunrises, the sunsets, the baiting of salmon eggs and corn on the hook, the canoeing, that first smell of mountain air at the Palisades Sill in the Cimarron Canyon near Eagle Nest, New Mexico, making birthday cakes and popcorn in the Go-Cooker, frying okra next to a Utah trout stream in the Uinta Mountains, constructing a raft with fallen timber and rope, capturing non venomous snakes at each campground, chipmunks, hummingbirds, elk, eagles, flowers, bears, massive amounts of green flies biting the eyelids and crawling up the nostrils while waiting on that Red River brown…oh, the finest of childhood summers!
Story and song was our entertainment while traveling these long distances. Nothing quite like the sound of Davy Armistead on acoustic guitar singing the Field Mouse Song while puttering through the Rockies in a VW bus. My brother would ask questions like “Daddy, how did that mountain get there?” And thus began my dad’s words, “Well, son, millions and millions of years ago, while the Earth was just beginning to form…” Makes me smile. I can just almost hear their voices.
Ralph and Gobel were my imaginary traveling pets. I remember being quite delighted that my dad could see them, too. Ralph was a lizard and Gobel, a horned toad. It’s been fifty plus years and the song we wrote still plays in my head.
One of my favorite parts of these trips was the look of curiosity that we received from people as we traveled through small towns. My dad adamantly stated that we weren’t hippies (yes, I asked him), but I thought we were pretty close to it. After all, I wore sunflowers and Indian paintbrush in my long braided hair and a swimsuit with a peace sign plastered on the front. Long haired friends wearing Jesus sandals, headbands, and ponchos would hang out the sliding door of the VW playing guitar while in the parking lot of grocery stores. We ate wheat bread (in the days of Wonder), granola, and took spoonfuls of soy lethicin and vitamin C every morning.
What a glorious education for this small town girl!
My dad has always been a gatherer of people. The folks we encountered as children on these adventures certainly enriched our lives. Some I have known since I was age seven and are now my adult friends. One of these fine humans is a lovely lady named Gg. Gg and my dad were married for several years. I struggle to find the words to express the impact that she has had on my life. Gg was the coolest chick I have ever met! I am so grateful that our paths crossed on this Journey, and that we continue to have our special friendship. Thank you, Worrell!
Art and my dad. Life is Art. Art was life. The first sketchbook that my dad gifted me is full of animals, mostly horses. Horse hooves, eyes, manes, tails; everything about horses. There are a lot of dog and insect sketches, too. I fell hard for ceramics when my dad took us to Odessa College and gave us a lesson on the kick wheel. I can still smell the oil paints and turpentine in the paint studio. I learned at an early age that there is no cheap paintbrush and no cheap watercolor paper. During those summer trips, there were numerous stops at galleries in Taos and Santa Fe where my dad would gather his paintings and pottery and go inside for hopes of having his work accepted.
How could we have known what the future held for him!
Oh the sweet irony!
I watched my dad paint, sculpt, write, create, and WORK all of my life. He would stop down for a few hours when it became too dark to accomplish tasks, but I believe his mind was always on To Create. I have yet to know a man who worked so hard and played just as hard. I watched him mellow as his grandchildren grew older. I watched while others took advantage of his kind nature. We spoke of this and both agreed that it’s better to have loved and given than to have not.
My dad and I had many conversations about so many things. I knew my dad for 59 years. That’s a lot of talk. From the time I was old enough to question government, organized religion, death, philosophy, rules, love, and human nature, these discussions continued until my dad was just too ill for me to ask. My parents did not falter in their teachings that people are where they are in life because of the choices made.
I am most grateful for my dad’s guidance in regards to my Spirituality.
I am a Believer, but struggled deeply with religion and theology in my early adulthood...for many reasons (as Worrell is known for saying.) During this critical time period, I brought to my dad my fears, my questions, and my concerns. My dad looked at me and said, “Well, Monster, you have to figure that out for you. Listen to your heart. The answer is there.” Then he quoted the Biblical verse from John 8:32 and smiled.
To this day, I am THERE.
My dad was my parent. He was my advisor. He was my counselor. He was the wisest man I have ever known. And as it was for many, my dad was my Spiritual guru, too. Those friends who have been on the Worrell scene for these past five decades and who truly knew my dad, know how much we are alike; the good, the not so good, and the good intentions.
My dad went to the AfterLife on April 29, 2021. I miss him. But I can feel him.
He is nowhere, he is everywhere. It is an infinite emptiness.
06/09/23 sun just rising over the Llano River, a herd of axis in the campground, and a hummingbird visiting at the window.
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