Welcome Aboard!
The Name of this site is a truncated line from a play accredited to George Bernard Shaw.
“Those who can, do; those who can’t do, teach.”
I have often substituted the word “preach” and have heard others substitute “coach” in that phrase; especially during a fluff filled pulpit lecture or mis-management of a team’s max potential and effectiveness. Hence the reason the phrase is often considered derogatory to those in the field of education or instruction. However, without those who “do teach” there would be even less who “can do.”
Heaven knows society could use more who “do teach” and “can do” it well.
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A Dynamite Shoot!
Here in the far west canyon lands of western Colorado we have what is called a “Dynamite Shoot.” Well, we used to anyway. I attended the last one several years ago, pre-COVID and this year they brought it back, kind of. Due to the surmounting regulations being imposed on the users of public lands and…
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Flame On!!
Like “a moth to a flame” man gravitates toward fire. Perceivably the first thing we were able to harness and domesticate was flame. Whether a proponent of The Big Bang or a believer that “in the beginning God said,” light is the one singular constant in the universe. All else varies to some degree in…
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A Change of Direction
Colorado has gone “hog wild” with their gun laws, regulations and mismanagement of public lands and wildlife. The more I wanna gunsmith the more the state wants to regulate the little guy right out of the market. So Here I am, no longer in the market. I have the firearms I need and most of…
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Non-feline Wildcats
I was approached the other day by a young man who had an old “Nike” shoebox. In the box was a Remington brass bag labeled 257 Roberts with a hand full of loaded cartridges and a few empty casings. The fired cases clearly looking different than those loaded and I noticed the unmistakable sign of…
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I Have a Confession
My dad had a “love affair” for most of his marriage. While around mom he never ceased to sing her praises yet, when he was alone it was a different tune. I believe it was in the late 1930s when it started. He was a meat provider for a sheep outfit and worked the uranium…
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When Old Becomes New
I told my oldest daughter the other day that “her time was over, better luck next year.” Then I said to my middle daughter that “her time has come, you’ve got three months.” That may sound harsh but consider the context, their names are Summer and Autumn. Makes a little more sense now, right? In…
