Matters of Life and Death
The Stan Musial bronze statue outside Busch Stadium in St. Louis has become a memorial as Cardinal fans mourn the loss of Stan the Man Musial. In addition to bouquets of roses, fans are leaving 6 packs of Budweiser, champagne, signed ball caps, pictures, and toys. See the complete photo gallery of this memorial.
Duck Dynasty is my new guilty pleasure, and after watching a couple of episodes I could tell right away that the Duck Commander, Phil Robertson and his son Willie, who serves as the company CEO are both educated and savvy businessmen.
I’ve learned a few things watching the show, like how many species there are of duck, the fact that ducks have keen eye sight and the great lengths the hunters go to to blend in with the environment, including not showering or washing their clothes during hunting season and of course, the art of duck calling.
To celebrate the life of the outdoors man we created camouflage cremation urns in three patterns: bass fishing, woodland print, and a marshy print with flying water fowl for the duckaholics. The urns are solid brass that are dipped in the same coating used to camo trucks, ATV’s, and other outdoor gear and make a fitting tribute for the fisherman or hunter. Until that day comes though, happy hunting!
Motorcycle tank urns are hot right now. Black seems to be the preferred choice, followed by silver.
This is the third riding buddy my client has lost in the last few years. Not from bike wrecks, but cancer or some other ailment. He bought the silver urn for his bud who’s dying from cancer and going down fast. He plans to let friends take a sharpie and sign off on the tank.
The client even called back to tell thank us for the speedy service and how pleased he was with the beauty of the tank.
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“The white deer is a mutation. It does not belong in the wild. It should be shot.” Günter Giese, the president of the Saxony Hunting Federation, Germany.
There’s a whole lot of killin’ goin on around here. It’s deer season and this past week I’ve heard several tales of the mighty hunters bagging 10 pointers.
Several weeks ago I asked an experienced hunter if he’d ever seen an albino deer. He had. In Northern Michigan years ago. The reason for my question was an excerpt I’d read from Vance Randolph’s account of albino deer in this area.
It is very generally believed that the appearance of an albino deer is a bad sign; some hillfolk think it has something to do with witches’ work, others that it is an indication of disease among the deer, and that venison will be unwholesome for seven years. In 1939 a white deer was seen in Taney county, Missouri, and many natives were pretty much upset about it.
It was said that if early settlers saw a white buck in the woods, nobody would shoot it for fear of bad luck.
Last weekend, one of the fearless citizens here heard about an albino deer sighting nearby and started stalking his prey. He found it in some thick woods, and shot it from about 125 feet away. He plans to have it stuffed, “marveling at the rarity.”
