North Erath County, Texas, 32.43 lat., -98.36 long. Elev. 1,086 ft. Turkey Creek Quad.
Rain yesterday, 0.90 inches. Cannot work field, too wet to plow (literally, folks).
Bow hunter died this morning. My colleague at college, David Kanady, passed away. Forty-ish.
He taught British literature at a juco place — oh, the bowels of pedagogy. David would walk the hall to invigorate himself to teach. He saw teaching as an opportunity, not a preparation. But, a bow hunter died this morning. That’s what I want to write about, that’s his legacy. A bow hunter: giving the animal a chance. He missed his shot. He ate what he killed. Traveled to Wyoming, followed the herd, and took his shot. I know it was part vain, but he shot with honor, giving life a chance. He was appointed on a contract to teach at a juco place, $24,000.00 a year. Hey, but you get benefits! He gave the antelope a chance, then he dressed it, and brought the meat to the table of his parents, an only child he was. He missed shots. Bow and arrow. David hunted parttime, respected nature always. RIP, David.
Lilly settle in to her stall. Hija adjusts to corral again. Oh, she is a peppy girl — see her pedigree.
Called Duncan Steele-Park. Will pick up Fanny tomorrow.