Gobble, Gobble, Wobble

It’s the most wonderful time of the year.  Yes, I know the song refers to the Christmas season, but I disagree.  I believe the Thanksgiving season is the most wonderful time.  It is my favorite by far.  This thanksgiving, 2011, I am blessed beyond my wildest comprehension.  There has been loss. And there has been gain. Continue reading “Gobble, Gobble, Wobble”

In memory of My Dad #35

Written November 25, 1993 by my dad Bob Briggs while writing for the Tahlequah Daily Times Journal It’s almost December and pheasant season is about to open the panhandle of Texas.  Pheasant season only stays open for two weeks there, so you’d better get out and get some while the season is open. Pheasant areContinue reading “In memory of My Dad #35”

In Memory of My Dad #34

Written by Bob Briggs—1994 Fear is a terrible thing, pure unadulterated fear is a mind numbing, limb freezing, feeling that turns your insides to water. I wonder what kind of fear Scott Donner  felt in San Antonio, Texas that day in 1993 when he let fear take control, and clambered back down the 10 meter platformContinue reading “In Memory of My Dad #34”

The Coyote Snatching

It’s getting on sundown here at the J &A Chicken Ranch and the girls are heading in to roost for the night.   All thirteen of them. Yep, you read that right.   No typo intended.  Thirteen.  As life would have it, murder, mayhem, and malice struck the Chicken Ranch early Sunday morning past when an unsuspecting fowl fell victim to theContinue reading “The Coyote Snatching”