Walkin' With the Wild Woman

Come go for walk with the Wild Woman and see what you will find .....

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

GO OUTSIDE! It's Good Medicine

My dear friend Jody over at The Hunter's Wife  wrote an outstanding post titled Excuses yesterday. I was sorely tempted to copy and paste and plagarisze the living daylights out of it, because she so well summed up my feelings the six weeks or so.

It's hard to write about walking with me, when the only walking I've been doing seems to be from bed, to couch, to the shelf in the kitchen that houses the brownies and Cheetos. The doctor did say I could try walking around the block - until some big mouth kid I raised pointed  out that around the block to  me meant around the section which equaled a total of 1 square mile. Scratch that. Sheesh.

But despite my best intentions of following the good doctors orders I could not..absolutely could not - stand that desolate walk to the brownie barn one more time. I snuck out. I broke rank. I defied those smart folks in the snappy clean white coats and went outside.

In the cold, and rain, and mud . Take that all you clean white coat wearers!

I not only went outside and walked,  I went outside and played in the mud and muck with those crazy waterfowl hunting people . Several in this crew had been teenage buddies with my "Stunt Double Son" , and I'm  pretty sure I had a couple of them by scruff  the neck at least once or twice during that period, but I'm proud to they've all grown into the wonderful men that I knew were hiding in those gangly teenage boy bodies.


Well that didn't kill me.. so I decided it was time venture further afield - winter oyster mushroom season is upon us and they are flushing by the  zillion.


Just have to add that my Prois Eliminator Series Rain gear - PERFECT for cold wet mushroom hunting!


Seeing how two trips out for some "Drive By Shrooming " didn't kill me, cause  havoc, or result in the earth' to stop spinning on it's axis...

Time to start scouting for birds and hitting the waterfowl hot spots! 


Yep, I am fully convinced that getting outside is the best medicine - and no matter how out of reach it may seem there is way to get yourself outside - even if it's just a short walk or roll in a nearby park. 
Mama was right she admonished us - "Go outside and get the stink blowed off! It's healthy!"

So I admonish all of you dear readers to do the same - Feeling stressed by the holidays? Fighting a case of winter ick? Have a chronic disease that's weighing heavy on your heart and soul? Well - 
GO OUTSIDE! 
IT'S GOOD MEDICINE! 






Sunday, November 20, 2011

Saving my Sanity at SilverCreek

The goose blind decoy I have now decided I cannot live without

0400  - My feet hit the floor and I started donning my waterfowl clothes.. nervous as a cat in room full of rockers, this was to be my  first trip out..my first excursion to anywhere other than a doctors office or hospital in the last three weeks. The ordeal of being filleted like a catfish was starting to resolve. My drains had all come out  two days prior, my compression devices adjusted and refitted, my stitches are all still in and my restriction list still pretty long. But those pals of mine at Silver Creek Kennel and Hunt Club - my pit partners  had all assured me they had it solved. I needed to go outside, I needed to see birds. I needed to waterfowl hunt. It was going to be camera only hunting day for me. Still too soon after surgery for using a shotgun. Hell I still can't carry a milk jug or raise my arms above my head, or twist or about a thousand other things the docs seem to think are a bad idea.  But "I promise you, we'll make it work " Adam Rutkowski, my right guy Friday and best friend assured me.

The was the 0415 stop at the gas station for coffee and extra smokes.. a parking lot filled with trucks  that were holding dog boxes and pulling boats covered in blinds. Hugs all around and where you goings  the topic of discussion at the coffee pots and gas pumps.

North wind a blowin, it's raining, temps swinging down - it a perfect morning for ducks.

I was going home...finally after this craziness with the surgery and MS flare right before the surgery, I was going home to the woods and the water to do what I love.

Oak leaves skittered in the wind across the wet blacktop as I hurtled through the pre dawn rain , KDHX community Radio blaring it's Earth Songs Program...The perfect pre dawn Sunday music  for heading to the woods.. as the music drifted around me, I started seeing those familiar vehicles from past 430am drives through the river bottoms during waterfowl season, in familiar places.  The  various trucks loaded down with blinds and boats flashed our headlights at each other in the "good luck/glad to see you out" friendly good morning greeting at the turn offs, field gates  and cuts off the main road to  everyone's favorite waterfowl hole and boat ramp..recognizing each others vehicles from countless rainy Sunday mornings in the past. Finally..finally..waterfowl season is here... birds are flying, dogs are fetching and I'm going to love being cold and wet. These are the winter mornings and traditions that I live for.

Maybe it was a little leftover pain medicine from the night before but I could have sworn  Stacey Houston- outdoor sistah ,  fellow Prois staffer and WON Gun poked me in the ribs and giggled as I  closed in on the big river bridge "Girl Girl your going out to play at last" ....then there was a suspicious crinkling sound, the scent of flaming hot cheetos and a stray zebra stripe mitten that I was pretty sure Mia Anstine, another Prois staffer, WON Gun, and outdoor sistah  had stuck in my blind bag when I wasn't looking..Mia giggling too, raising a cup of GOOD coffee in a toast to life out of doors with Stacey. Yeah, my outdoor sisters were along for the ride this morning...

I felt a tear slide down my cheek as realized how blessed I truly was to have the outdoor friends and sisters that I have. As the the tears tracked silently down my face..I'm pretty sure it was Hawk Bow that whapped me on the back of the head and bellowed  " Stop that snivelin', cowboy up, pay attention or you're gonna hit that big ol buck up there that's getting ready to hop out in front of you. "

Standing just outside the tree line, at he edge of the winter wheat field along side me he stood, thick necked, wide beamed, head up - giving me the courtesy of nod vs a smashed front fender as I drove by. He knew he was safe from me today. My mind was on the ducks and geese.. I'd look for his antlers come spring.

Fresh coffee, sizzling bacon and my joint custody lab Piper met me at the door of the club house...
I was home.  Miserable cold rain, racin northwest wind..but we were anxious...one last double check of the weather, the radar, and the legal shooting time hurriedly we piled on gear , loaded decoys, blinds, brush panels , my special layout goose decoy chair all thrown into the trucks as we headed to the pits, knowing...just knowing it was going to be ducky morning..nasty weather, a front sliding in from the north and even before light the high squeaks squeals and scrabbles of high flying giant strings of snows could be heard.

Rigged up in the chair decoy, customized for my inability to raise my arms , cameras secured in the rain I lay back and listened, and felt and watched. Life was good...ducks were fallin' , dogs were fecthin'  and I was back where I belonged.

This is good medicine...better medicine than big pharma can ever provide. This healing - outside the confines of hospitals and homes. This my lifeblood itself.

Let the healing commence!