I had a bad feeling when I first heard about the covid-19
virus. Somehow I just knew it would
bite into the Annual Wild Game Feed at Irvine Lake, and that’s just what
happened. The 2020 Annual Wild Game
Feed Main Event for September 18, 2020 has been CANCELLED! Bummer! And a few other choice words to go
with it. But it is for the best. This virus must be stopped, and the Board of
Directors felt the safety of everyone involved was the most important item on
the Feed’s agenda.
YEAR!!September 17, 2021.Mark your calendar for the third Friday in
I know it’s not a complete lockdown, but I'm treating it as
such--sort of. I still need to get
groceries, water, and visit my doctors for routine maintenance, but for the
most part, I’m staying home. It’s not a
lot of fun. But I’m trying to do my
part in stopping this virus.
Many adjustments have been made to accomplish this
minimalization of lifestyle, and I know I’m not alone.I was talking with my neighbors (over the
phone) a few days ago, and the discussion of toilet paper came up.Oh, boy!Neither of us knows of anyone who has even seen a roll of the stuff in a
month.Well, sort of.Almost everyone has seen it in abundance in
someone else’s shopping cart.Earlier
this week I was at a Costco and saw a person with eleven shopping carts lined up
each with a bundle of toilet paper in it, along with paper towels and hand
sanitizer in most of them.I watched as
this person (along with her shopping cart guard) took one of the carts through
checkout, then handed it off to a waiting friend to remove from the store.This person then took another cart through
checkout and did the same thing again.It took a team of four or five people to work this out, but it was all
purchased by one person.And I didn’t
get any.The store was out.
The phone discussion with my neighbor turned into a “what
did people do before toilet paper” discussion.Well I was raised on a farm with an outhouse, and I know what to do, but
I’m not real excited about doing it.I
remember when Papa brought home a wagon load of dried corncobs, and piled them
by the outhouse.Just grab a few on the
way in and scrape away.Fortunately
dried corncobs are scarcer than toilet paper today.Of course, corncobs were a last resort.The usual choice was a few pages from a catalog, such as Sears or
Montgomery Ward, that is until they started printing in color on the slick
glossy paper.Then it was back to
corncobs or even a handful of hay from a bale lying next to the pile of
This morning I called to make an appointment to see my
doctor about some problems stemming from an accident some time in my past.What a circus!The doctors at the clinic I go to are now on a rotating schedule
with no one working more than two random days per week.To get an appointment one must be in an
emergency situation and call on the day their doctor is available.If the doctor is not available, one must
wait until the following day to try again.When I asked what days my doctor will be in, I was told the schedule is
known only to the doctors, so I must try every day until I get it right.What is this?
I went to a local grocery a few days ago only to discover a
line wrapping around the building.The
estimate was a seven to eight hour wait to enter the store.The next morning I returned at five a.m.
only to discover the line was already wrapped around the building.I asked some people near the front of the
line what time they arrived, and I was shocked to discover they were in line
when the store closed at nine p.m the night before.
On the plus side, I needed gasoline (for the first time in
many weeks), and there was no one in line at Costco.I drove straight to the pump and filled my gas tank.Unbelievable.It’s usually a twenty to thirty minute wait, and sometimes much
A sign on the front of a hardware store said “Face Masks
Required.”Underneath it was a sticker
on the glass reading “Facial Coverings Not Allowed.”
It’s a crazy world we are now living in, but the key word
here is "living."I'm seeing
on the television reports of protesting crowds and crowded beaches.I don’t understand why these people have
such a death wish.This pandemic will
only grow longer if people don’t isolate.More time inside will help to end this tragedy sooner.To me that is obvious, but apparently not
everyone agrees.Oh, well.I'll just stay as isolated as possible until
this is over.Hopefully you will also.
Well, the official word is that there is no official word as
to whether or not the Annual Wild Game Feed will happen as scheduled on Friday,
September 18, 2020. Today I received a
notice that everything is ready to move forward quickly when the quarantine is
lifted, and we can have a safe and healthy environment for our gathering. Hopefully we will know by mid-June, and if
the "All Clear" button is pressed, the ticket order forms will then
be mailed out. If so, then be ready to
place your order quickly.
This year has been a ride on the back of a buffalo in the
middle of a stampede.Of course, the
buffalos are all wearing masks and staying six feet apart, but nonetheless,
it's been a crazy ride.However, no one
I know is rushing to get this corona virus.And let's keep it that way.Speaking for myself, if the Feed has to be postponed for safety reasons,
so be it.I am an outdoors person, and
quarantine does not fit my lifestyle, although it is infinitely better than
So, hang in there guys.As soon as I know anything I’ll post it here.
Today is the halfway point in the yearly journey to the
Annual Wild Game Feed, and I don't know to be happy or sad. I could be happy because half of the year is
already behind us and the waiting time is shortened by 26 weeks, or I could be
sad because half of the year is still ahead of us, and it's a long 26 week wait
for the greatest feast in Orange County.
Once again, it is on the third Friday of September. This year it happens on September 18, 2020.
For over twenty years I have been attending this annual
gathering of men to chomp down on quail, buffalo, alligator, wild boar,
ostrich, reindeer, calamari, frog legs, antelope, elk, sea bass, gumbo,
crawfish, and quite a few other treats.I simply cannot remember all the meats served.Each year the list seems to grow a bit.Also, the beer.What can
I say?ALL THE BEER YOU WANT!!Meat and Beer!How can it get any better?Maybe throw in some incredible raffle prizes?Exhibitions, games, contests.Back to the beer -- how about rotating handles of craft beers? Utopia!
The ticket order forms will be arriving somewhere around the
end of May to the middle of June.When
you get your form, order your tickets immediately.Every year this event is sold out in just a few days, and I
always receive messages from guys who got left out.Sorry, but sold out means sold out.Order quickly for best results.
Well, I was just looking at my beer glass and realized it
doesn’t really matter if it is half full or half empty.There is still half a year to go
regardless.But I’ll be ready when it
Biggie has been in my life for nine years now, and for this
entire time he has been my part-time dog.
His mom is a friend who currently lives in a different city from my wife
and me, but Biggie gets to come for regular visits for a few days at a
time. However, his current visit has
lasted for over nine months, and I am beginning to forget he belongs to someone
Biggie’s mom is having trouble finding quality work and an
affordable place to live.While this is
something most of us have experienced in our lives (past and/or present), it is
making it difficult for her to keep Biggie at home and care for him
properly.Therefore, “Grandpa" and
“Grandma" stepped in.
We love this little doggie.A lot.But we never expected to
have him for nine months and counting.It’s like having a 2-year old with bad habits (or maybe it’s Grandpa
with the bad habits), but still we love this little doggie.A lot.
Biggie brings us a lot of joy, fun, and laughter.Everyday he does something fun to
watch.Lately he is starting out each
day with a back scratch by crawling under my feet and moving back and forth so
my feet do the scratching.Needless to
say, it wakes me up.So does crawling
up on me and licking my ear.This,
along with a series of doggie dances, ultimately gets me up.As soon as I am vertical, he starts nudging
me toward the kitchen for his breakfast.
As he begins eating I start making breakfast for me, but
Biggie considers it his second breakfast and does not allow me to walk away
from the stove for any reason.If I try
to step over to the refrigerator, for instance, he will begin barking non-stop
until I return to the stove.He will
allow me to leave the stove only if I am about to plate my (his second) breakfast.He will even allow me a few bites of it
before becoming worried I will eat all of it.Ultimately he wins, and my plate gets a Biggie licking.
About two hours before sunset every day Biggie begins
announcing he wants to go out.Not
outside, but out, as in “out to a park."A walk around the neighborhood will sometimes be acceptable, but a park
is always preferable, if not demanded.So about 5 to 6 times each week, Biggie visits a local park where he
gets the same exercise as when he takes a walk around the block.In our back yard he can run free if he wants
to do so, but everywhere else a leash is required.But Biggie still prefers a park.
We have made several dog beds for him to sleep in and placed
them around the house.There is one in
my workroom/office.One is located
under the bed in the bedroom, and one is located in front of our living room
television, and he knows these are for him.Just try to move one, and he will let you know to whom it belongs.But that doesn’t mean he is confined to
sleeping there.Biggie will sleep where
Biggie will sleep.Last night my wife
was working on a craft item and a large square of paper fell to the floor.Biggie immediately claimed it as a bed.He stepped onto it, scratched it a few
times, circled around for a bit, then laid himself down and took a nap.Later he abandoned it for a drink of water,
and my wife picked it up.When Biggie
returned, he looked around for it, let out a low growl, and went over to a
space between a lounge chair and the wall to lie down and stare at me for a
while as though I had something to do with removing his new bed.
Biggie also has a number of small soft toys to play
with.For the most part he just lets
them clutter up the floor around his beds, and he will rarely play with any of
them.And for Biggie, play never lasts
more than just a couple of minutes at best, but Biggie knows what is his, and
what is not.When we bring home a new
toy, he seems to know instinctly it is his.Biggie likes to inspect the contents of every bag we bring into the
house.Groceries, clothes, hair care
products, etc., it doesn’t matter, he just wants to look at and/or sniff
everything entering our home.Sometimes
we will buy a toy for our neighbor’s toddler or newborn, and Biggie gives these
a pass.But if it is for him, he always
Recently we purchased a small toy for Biggie, but we didn’t
give it to him immediately.Somehow we
got it past his inspection and hid it away for another time.My wife put together a small box of kid's
toys for the neighbor’s children to play with when they come to visit and
included this small (unused) toy we had purchased for Biggie.A few days went by, and the toddler came
over for a visit, so his new toy box was brought out for him to go through.Of course Biggie wanted to inspect the
contents of this box.As usual, Biggie
examined the toys as each one was taken out of the box, and as usual, Biggie
gave each one a pass, that is until his own toy was brought out.Even though he had never seen it before,
Biggie grabbed it and carried it over to his bed and sat there guarding it the
remainder of the day.How did he know?
Oh, how we spoil our “granddog.”The only problem right now is that we can spoil him, but can't
send him home.We have to live with the
results, but I’ll keep on spoiling him as long as I can.He is worth it.
A new year is upon us.Now everyone should have 2020 vision.Sorry.I couldn’t help it.
According to my calendar year, this year is actually 3 ½
months old.In about 8 ½ months my year
will close with the 52nd Annual Wild Game Feed, and I’ll start a new
year.The problem is, however, it’s 8 ½
months away – the equivalent of being stranded in the doldrums of one of the
great oceans.No wind.No movement.Nothing but a long, long wait, all the while hoping for some
distraction to help speed up the passage of time.
Actually, there is much to do.I’ll pack and repack my car several times to make certain I have
everything I want to bring with me.I’ll check the humidor every day at least once to be certain the cigars
are there (minus one or two of course).I'll look at the calendar a few times every day hoping a day or two got
dropped from the month.Actually, there
is not much to do but wait.And
wait.But it's worth the wait for the
best Wild Game Feed anywhere.