The copperhead bream, the ones with the streak across their nose, are gathering off the edge of the big flat on the east side of the lake behind my home. My Daddy and I built this lake in 1976 and every time I look at it I remember him and the good times we had as he would hook another of those ‘titty bream’ , as he called them, because they were so big he had to hold them against his breast to get the hook out.
The lake is 40 acres and holds a lot of water. We left the big cypress standing and the wood ducks have made hotels out of them. Some of them have as many as 4 duck cavities. There are gators, turtles of all kinds, snakes, beavers, otters, and raptors of all models. When I have the privilege of sitting on my screen porch and watching nature on and around this lake and seeing the sun go down behind the tall pines, I feel truly blessed.
It took a lot of work to get here, but here my wife and I are. I do a lot of thinking when I have the privilege to sit here, though I don’t get to sit near as much as I would like because I am an auctioneer and travel around quite a bit still making a living, but somehow it’s different now. Many of the things that used to mean a lot don’t mean as much anymore and the things that I used to pass up or take for granted I now take great delight in. I am 64, crippled up a little, and here of late prone to have an attitude. I think this attitude problem stems from being informed of the situation we are in as a nation. I have never been as aggravated in my life as I am with our government. I am beginning to think there aren’t ten of them up there that are fit to hold office and it is up to us to fix it. We must be willing to suffer the consequences of what we have done to ourselves by piling up all this debt, debt so great the Good Lord Himself couldn’t pay it. And yet we are dumb enough to believe our grandchildren can? What are we thinking?
We have a whole crew of candidates coming out for the new 12th District. If I had the money, I would run, but I don’t and, unfortunately, money is what it takes. It seems the one with the most of it wins. I think we need more people like me, just ordinary people who have chosen to make a living on their own, always having to make a profit or do without and therefore knowing the true value of a dollar. Good people, who would serve for free, just pay their expenses and let them go to that cesspool in Washington and try to make a difference. Our Founding Fathers intended it be like that; ordinary people going and serving for a while and then going home, and not expecting to be treated like royalty. What we have now is not public service, it is self-service, and I am sick of it. They might not win but, Bless God, the debates would be a lot more colorful. They would probably be the only statesman there because they would tell it like it is without regard to getting elected or reelected.
I am glad I know where the copperhead bream bed each year, and the crappie, how to grow a good garden, cure meat the old time way, and since my Grandfather was a famous moonshiner back in the day, make some mighty good, well, let’s leave that one alone. In other words, the few skills and knowledge I have might just come in handy here real soon. For your sake I hope not, but if I were you, I’d be getting ready for something like we have never seen.
If ever there was a time for Statesmen to appear on the scene it is now, but even so, I am not going to show them where the bream bed is or where to obtain sawyers for bait. I figured that out for myself and they can do the same. That is part of what true freedom is all about; being willing to do, able to do, allowed to do, and expected to do for yourself.
Keep praying for rain, people, and our nation. The Almighty is the only one that can save us now and I sure hope He doesn’t have an attitude, also.