Angel Wheeler

my dad

  • 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 are… Read more

  • 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 platform… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #33—Armadillo

    No matter how many times I leave Tahlequah, I’m always ready to return to the old hometown—but first, I had a commitment to some friends in another town to take care of before my departure for home. I had already said goodbye to my two daughters, and after a rousing night in Donny Duree’s bar, I said… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #32–Arm Wrestling

    Sports events that take place in bars include wet t-shirt contests, women’s mud wrestling, chug-a-lug contests, belch offs and arm wrestling. What makes them different from normal sports is their spirit of bawdy, drunken democracy. Anyone can join in. Arm wrestling has long been a favorite way for men to match strength since big muscles… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #31

    “Not even God can hit a one iron” –Lee Trevino This is true.  Most golfers don’t even carry one of these bloody things in their bag.  The one iron is a confidence crusher, a fear trip not to be believed, an almost certain guarantee of shame, failure, dumbness and humiliation if you ever have to… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #31

    This article was written by my dad on April 8, 1995 entitled Springing Eternal the Hunters Spirit Mingles in the Greenery.  Perhaps some of you hunters can see yourself in the description, and most of your hunter friends too. The days are lengthening; green colors are showing beneath the yellowish brown cover of fall grasses,… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #30

    Some little-known sports facts and a bit of elk lore written by Bob Briggs Abner Doubleday was thought to be the inventor of baseball while in Cooperstown, N.Y. so Cooperstown has become baseball’s adopted home.  However, Alexander Cartwright has been proved the actual inventor of the game.  Doubleday never even lived in Cooperstown. Besides being… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #29

    Whizbang Red was the luckiest fisherman I ever encountered on a golf course in my life. I’ll tell you why. Whiz was trying to retrieve a lost golf ball that he had sent to a watery grave when he hooked a seven and a half pound bass, and actually landed the thing, much to the… Read more

  • 50 Rules for Dads of Daughters

    My friend Suzanne sent me a link. Actually she sent it for me to share with J-Dub. I shared it, and then I read it myself. I loved it.  I cried.  But I’m a bit emotional these days with my little girl on the way.  I couldn’t help but think of her and her daddy. … Read more

  • My life. My thoughts. My faith. My family

    Well today is Sunday, and those who may have been looking for it, might have missed my “in memory of my dad story” yesterday.  I’ve been a little busy, which is no excuse.  I’ve been: sleeping (today anyway) trying to revive a dead front yard from a serious drought cleaning out a junk room of… Read more