It’s hard to believe an “old koboy” like me is slowly succumbing to the worlds of computers, internet an now blogging. When technology roped me in to accepting and using cell phones I bocked for quite some time. Believe you me there is no bocking anymore. I would be lost today without that little gadget. Many a times I’ ll sell a Deerhandleror other deer handling equipment and I’m no where near the office. I can now keep in touch with the rest of the world while on the back 40 riding or working with my ponies. Not that many years ago my whitetails that I miss so much today would have been included in that. Technology has brought lots of changes in the communication world and this ” old koboy” is grateful for that. I get to spend more time doing stuff that’s important for me and that I really enjoy. I just wish the Elk and Deer Industries of North America would have as easy a time bringing on their changes to the rest of us as the telecommunication industry has. I’ m hopeful maybe one day we’ ll become recognized as a legitimate industry and changes will become more acceptable. Who knows maybe blogging will have something to do with helping that along and that’ s why I’ m committed to giving it a chance. After all, I’ ll try anything at least once to help move such a beautiful and worthwhile industry forward.
So here goes , I’ m blogging for the first time and oops, I’ m already feelling the beginning of writers cramps but there is no way that I’ m quitting just now. It actually reminds me of 20 years ago when I first decided to embark on my new venture of raising whitetail deer in Alberta Canada. It was not uncommon for us to put in 12 to 15 hour days at erecting deer fences. For people that have worked with high tensile game fence they will know what I mean when I say sore hands from fencing. In those days we were on a mission and working with sore hands wasn’t going to stop us. If only I was to know that 20 years later I was going to get sore hands again when taking down the same fence maybe I would have used a fence made of softer wire. Sore hands at 60 I find is quite different than sore hands at 40. This is double trouble for me now because I’ m taking fence down during the day and blogging at night. Plus, I’ m a lot older” koboy” now then when I first started deer farming. The factor that has remained constant is the fact that I’ m still on a mission and for the right cause I’ ll work with sore hands as long as it takes to getter done.
Spring time, what a nice time of year! I used to be able to ride around my deer pens and check which does are close to fawning. With any luck there could also be sightings of new born fawns by now. It was always a time of year I looked forward to. Except now, for me in Alberta, those good old days are long gone and that’s all they are today, is good old days. Our government has royally screwed the elk and deer industry in Alberta and there seems to be no chance of it coming back soon. The hell that I have lived through the last seven years is something that only elk and deer farmers and probably First Nation People of years back in Alberta can relate to. It’ s unbelievable that something so grave could take place in a modern society. My blog will be to tell about my experiences, the true stories of the good and the bad and to reveal a vision I have about elk and deer farming in North America. As an “old koboy” that still lives by the code of the west you will probably find that I often talk like I walk but that I also walk my talk. I do not mince my words and I’ m sometimes known to be fairly blunt. The last thing I want is to offend or intimidate anyone. Just think of me as just an “old koboy that loves every living thing and in most cases means well. If this blogging works out I’ ll have my daughter Dana to thank and if it doen’ t she’ s the one that’ s going to have sore hands. She doesn’ t know yet and please don’ t tell her but she’ ll be the one taking the rest of the fence down if this blogging fails. OK, this is the “old koboy” Goodnight!