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Sunday, August 20, 2017

Recovering Game



                If there is one thing that aggravates me more than anything from my fellow outdoorsmen, it is when they don't take the time to look for a downed animal. I have done my fair share of big game hunting and when you do that long enough you will eventually wound an animal with a nonlethal shot. There is no worse feeling to me, not only as a hunter but as a human.

                Over my hunting career I have not recovered three deer that I have shot. Just to show the ratio I believe I have shot and recovered close to 20 big game animals. Two of the three deer that I shot were because of a bad shot on my part. The third animal was a perfect shot but for some reason my arrow did not penetrate far enough into the body to make it lethal. Just bad luck. That buck lived until later in the rifle season when the landowner’s son shot him. The landowner contacted me because he knew I was thinking about that deer. I don't know how many times I replayed that shot and wondered what went wrong. It was only 10 yards away, perfectly broadside and when I pulled the trigger on my crossbow I remember the arrow going into the death pocket and he kicked like a mule. But as he ran away I could see three quarters of my arrow sticking out. We searched for that buck for a couple hours until we realized he was going to live.


                The two other deer that I did not recover, wasn't because we did not try. I remember the one buck we looked for over two days and actually used a dog. But there was no luck. A couple buddies of mine found that buck the spring after I shot it. We assumed it went across the river. But evidently it backtracked and died less than 100 yards from where I shot it. I am still sick over that one. We searched for the other buck over course of two days also. We found where he laid down numerous places but could never catch up to him. These two deer would be the biggest that I had ever taken if I had found them. Not that that matters. Maybe there was some buck fever on my part.


                It really irks me when people do not take the time to find something they shot. A lot of the time you hear, "I must've missed him." If you don't go and check the kill spot you'll never know for sure whether you missed or not. You should go to where the animal was shot and see if there's any blood, hair or feathers. And remember sometimes the animal won't start bleeding for a while. So track the direction it went and keep searching until all leads are exhausted. Also, find out which one of your buddies are good at tracking and set them loose. Some people think they are good at tracking and some people are good. It doesn't take long to figure out who is which.


                Some people will take more time looking for a big game animal than a small game animal. I wonder why this is. We should give the same amount of respect to all animals we plan to bag.
                Every season you will hear hunters say we shot four pheasants but could only find two. I always ask, "Did you have a dog?" Most of the time they will say no we didn't. But even having a dog doesn't mean you're going to find the bird but it sure as heck gives you a better chance. If you don't have a dog, try to not hunt the heavy stuff. You know cattails, thick brush and the like.

https://gf.nd.gov/regulations/deer#waste

                I know I am preaching to the choir for most of you, but it is sad to say some people need to hear this. Sometimes things happen and no matter what you do you won't be able to find the game you shot. But for the respect of the animal and just being a good sportsman, please take the time to search and recover every animal you pursue.

Thanks for reading, Clint


Saturday, August 5, 2017

Forgotten High School Mascots of North Dakota



Here is a list of mascots that are no longer in existence. A part of the past that will never be again. I found most of extinct mascots searching the internets and we all know how reliable that is. It is hard to verify if all of these are correct or not. If you have any corrections, additions or comments please let me know. Thanks.

Adams Bruins
Adams Rockets
Adams/Lankin Bruins

AEEMO Spartans
Alamo Green Wave
Alexander Comets
Alice Aces 

Almont Eagles
Alsen Broncos
Amenia Trojans 

Anamoose Royals
Aneta Wildcats 
Antelope Atoms

Antler Orioles
Argusville Eagles
Arnegard Spuds

Arthur Knights
Ashley Aces
Ayr Rifles 

Baker Bombers
Balfour Hornets
Balta Bobcats
Bantry Bombers

Barton Meteors
Bathgate Atoms
Belfield Bantams
Berlin Hornets 

Binford Eagles
Bisbee Chiefs
Bisbee/Egeland Panthers

Blue Knights of Notre Dame Academy, Willow City
Border Aces
Border Central Spartans
Bowbells Eskimos

Bowden Bears
Bowden Beavers?
Braddock Bobcats
Brinsmade Bombers

Brocket Falcons
Buchanon Comets
Bucyrus Bobcats

Buffalo Bison 
Burke Central Panthers
Butte Spartans

Cando Odnacs
Cando Cubs
Cass Valley North Eagles
Cardinal Meunch Seminary Cardinals 

Carpio Cardinals 
Carson Chieftans
Cathay Trojans

Chaffee Mustangs 
Churchs Ferry Raiders 
Christine Eagles

Clifford Galesburg Twins
Cogswell Cogs
Coleharbor Redbirds

Columbus Cougars
Cooperstown Lynx 
Coteau Elks 

Courtenay Cougars
Crary Cardinals 
Crete Critters

Crystal Bulldogs
Dakota Warriors 
Dahlen Dragons
Davenport Dragons 

DeLamere Dragons
Des Lacs Raiders
Deering Rockets 
Devils Lake Satans

Dickey Central Cougars
Dickey Dragons
Dickinson State Savages

Dodge Bobcats
Donnybrook Hi Liners 
Doyon Pirates
Drake Trojans 

Drayton Bombers
Driscoll Dragons
Dunn Center Trojans
Edgeley Rangers

Edmore Vikings
Egeland Echos
Egeland Eagles
Elbow Woods Warriors

Elgin Fighting Dutchmen
Elgin-New Leipzig Panthers 
Elliott Falcons
Emmons Central Knights

Englevale Frogs
Epping Eagles
Erie Chipmunks

Erie Braves 
Esmond Eagles 
Fairdale Bulldogs

Fairmount Pheasants
Fessenden Orioles
Fingal Broncos 

Finley-Sharon Raiders
Flaxton Raiders
Forbes Hi-Liners
Fordville-Lankin Flyers
Forman Phantoms

Fortuna Falcons
Fort Yates Knights
Fullerton Blue Devils
Gackle Orioles 
Gardena Bandits

Gardner Gophers 
Geneseo Tigers
Gladstone Hornets 
Glen Ullin Rattlers

Glenfield-Sutton Demons
Glenfield-Sutton-Mchenry Bruins
Golden Valley-Dodge-Halliday Panthers

Golva Tigers
Goodrich Panthers 
Grace City Pheasants

Grand Forks Central Redskins
Grandin Eagles
Granville Eagles

Grenora Gophers
Gwinner Greenwaves
Halliday Wolverines
Hampden Honkers
Hamilton Tigers

Hankinson St. Francis Frankies 
Hannaford Orioles
Hannah Legionaries

Harlow Hiliners
Hatton Flyers
Harvey Hornets
Havana Arrows

Haynes Trojans
Hazelton Tigers
Hebron Brickmakers
Hesper Hotshots

Hettinger Shooting Stars
Hettinger Black Devils
Hoople Spuds
Hope Hustlers

Hunter Hornets
Hurdsfield Stags
Jud Trojans

Karlsruhe Tigers
Kathryn Bobcats 
Kensal Spartans

Kief Pilots
Knox Knights
Kramer Bulldogs
Kulm Gophers

Landa Vikings
Landsford Cubs 
Luverne Lakers
Lankin Lions

Lansford Cubs
Leeds Lions
Lefor Leopards

Lehr Leopards
Leonard Panthers 
Lidgerwood Cardinals 

Lignite Owls
Litchville Trojans
Litchville-Kathryn Trocats

Lucca Blue Jays
Maddock Bobcats 
Makoti Cardinals

Mapleton Falcons 
Marion Eagles
Marion-Montpeiler M&M's

Marmarth Longhorns
Max Cossacks
Maxbass Mustangs
Mayville Lions

Maza Mallards
McClusky Dragons
McGregor Vikings
McHenry Blazers
McVille Black Hawks

Mercer Bison
Michigan Bulldogs
Midway Monarchs
Milton Meteors
Minnewaukan Midgets

Minto Rockets
Moffit Wildcats
Mohall Yellowjackets
Monango Bison

Montpelier Martins 
Mott Cardinals 
Mott St. Vincent’s Saints

Munich Magicians
Munich/Starkweather Magic Storm
Mylo Midgets
Nekoma Trojans 
Neche Indians

Nelson County North Panthers
New England St. Mary's Saints
New Liepzig Tigers
Newburg Eagles
Niagara Bulldogs

Nome Wildcats 
North Border Bandits
North Central of Rogers Corvairs
North Shore Panthers (Makoti/Ryder) 

Northwood Trojans
Nortonville Wildcats
Oberon Bulldogs 
Oriska Flickers

Osnabrock Orioles 
Page Panthers
Pekin Panthers
Pembina Wildcats

Petersburg Vikings
Pettibone Warriors
Pillsbury Knights 
Pingree Buchanan Raiders

Pingree Wildcats
Pisek Royals
Plaza Lions

Portland Pirates
Raleigh St. Gertrudes 
Reeder Rockets

Regan Comets
Regent Rangers
Rhame Pirates

Richardton Rebels
Riverdale Knights
Robinson Hornets

Rock Lake Aces
Rutland Roosters
Ryder Vikings

Sanborn Panthers
Sanish Panthers
Scranton Minors
Sheldon Shadows 

Sherwood Wildcats
Sheyenne Phantoms
Souris Blue Jays

South Heart Eagles
St. Thomas Tommies
Stanton Sioux 

Starkweather Stormkings/Stormqueens
Stirum Pirates
Streeter Bobcats 

Sutton Wolverines
Sykeston Wildcats
Tappen Comets

Taylor Redbirds
TC Wildcats
Tolley Tigers 
Tolna Trojans

Tower City Clams 
Towner Cardinals
Tuttle Trojans

Unity Spartans
Upham Orioles 
Valley Raiders
Verona Cardinals 

Van Hook Broncos
Wahpeton Wops
Walcott Wolves

Wales Blue Jays
Werner Warriors
Westhope Sioux
White Earth Wildcats

Wildrose-Alamos Roses
Willow City Red Wings
Willow City Blue Knights of Notre Dame Academy

Wimbledon Courtenay Warriors
Wimbledon Wildcats 
Wing Royals
Wishek Badgers

Woodworth Mallards
Wyndmere Warriors 
York Bluebirds

Zap Cougars
Zeeland Vikings
 
Here is a list of mascots that are no longer in existence. A part of the past that will never be again. I found most of extinct mascots searching the internets and we all know how reliable that is. It is hard to verify if all of these are correct or not. If you have any corrections, additions or comments please let me know. Thanks.

Thanks for reading, Clint.

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Weather Modification Letter to Editor


When I wrote this letter to the editor about weather modification I had no idea what it would start. The number of responses and comments on social media were, and are mind-boggling. I haven't really kept track because there is too much to keep track of but the amount of shares on Facebook were unexpected. 


I have also learned not to read the comments or get involved in any discussion on social media. No one has ever changed someone's mind or persuaded someone because of an argument on Facebook. But one good thing social media does do, it gets the word out.

The links below are what started the hoopla. Check out the number of shares in each below.



I swear to you that I am not a tinfoil hat wearing conspiracy theorist. I believe we landed on the moon, I don't believe in aliens and there was only one shooter on the grassy knoll. I knew when I wrote this and submitted it that people would question my intellect and would think that I am cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs. But if they would read the facts and talk to people who actually experience weather mods they would have the same opinion as I. Or at least question the project.


Evidently Mike McFeely, a reporter for the Fargo Forum was one of them that thought I was a little off the wall. But his mind was changed when other articles around the state were written about the same subject. Follow the links below:



Below is an article published on the KX News website. There are a lot of good quotes in this article from Ward County farmer Roger Neshem.  



Here are a couple recordings I have taken from the North Dakota State Water Commission radar. If you look close you can see the squiggly colored lines indicating the airplanes that are seeding the storms and then you can see the storms split and weaken.



I don't know what will happen but all I want to happen is change. We need to let nature decide when, where and how much precipitation will fall in a given area. We have done enough to this planet without changing weather patterns.


Below are a couple more articles from Ward County.


But they were unsuccessful.


Supporters of weather modification say that without their altering of the precipitation in Western North Dakota that the drought would be worse. The problem is there is no way we could possibly know that because they have been altering the weather for almost 40 years. Nobody knows what normally is anymore.

Thanks for reading, Clint

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Decorum around a wheelchair user


Things you shouldn't say…

(In no particular order)
Here, let me help you.
I had to use a wheelchair when I broke my leg, so I know exactly what you are going through.
You're an inspiration.
I was only parked there for a minute.
Everything happens for a reason.
You're good looking for someone in a wheelchair.
It's good to see you out.
Have you got any more movement?
With your effort and attitude, I know you will walk again.
Anything with a kindergarten teacher voice or a pat on the head.

Things you shouldn't assume…


Shaking hands?
If you are meeting a disabled person for the first time you should offer to shake their hand. They might not be able to shake back but the gesture is appreciated. I know when someone offers me their hand they are usually a little taken back with my non-grip in return but it breaks the ice and lets the able-bodied person know what they are dealing with.

With someone:
If you see someone with a person in a wheelchair don't assume that that person is their caregiver or nurse. This happens to me all the time when I am out and about. And never say, "It is nice of you to take them out." I am usually the one dragging the other person out. Also, it is very annoying when people ask questions about me to the person I'm with. Hello McFly, I am right here. I have a mouth and I know how to use it.

On the level:
If you are going to have a conversation with someone in a wheelchair, get to their level. Kneel down or find somewhere to sit down so you can communicate eye to eye. This doesn't really bother me too much but after a long conversation and my frickin neck is straining, I usually ask the person if they want to sit down.

Stuff your sorries in a sack mister:
This is really annoying to me. When someone is sorry for saying something like, "let's go for a walk, oh sorry I said walk." There are a lot of figures of speech that have the act of running or walking in them. Take it from me, I do not care and I assume most others do not.

Touching my stuff and things:
I don't know why it is but people like to touch my stuff. Not in a fun way either. I mean my wheelchair, bags and stuff. It would be like me going through your car without asking. Also, never try to push or move someone's wheelchair while they are in it. Even if you think it is funny and you think you're funny.

Go ahead and ask:
If you are unsure of something about a disabled person, ask the person. Most disabled people will be glad to explain what they are doing in order to live their life as normal as possible. I get asked all the time about how I eat and where did I get my long straw. Next time, buy me a drink and I will tell you all about it.

Kids and stuff:
If you know children, they stare, it’s in their nature. I find that most kids act better around me than adults. When kids stare it doesn't bother me. When adult stare I just shake my head and stare back at the douche canoes until they are really uncomfortable. Kids are just curious. Adults are just jack wagons. They should know better.


So the next time you see someone in a wheelchair, take this stuff as advice. It will not only make them feel more comfortable it will make you feel more comfortable.

I got the idea for most of these from the internets and I added some of my own. Plus of course I used some Clintanese.

Thanks for reading, Clint.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

High School Parties and The Lessons Learned


A lot of lessons can be learned at a high school party. Some good and some bad. Lessons that can last a lifetime and in some cases should last a lifetime. Probably the number one lesson learned was to start running as soon as the cherries and berries start spinning. Lesson learned.

It seemed that about one out of every four parties was busted. They were either busted by parents or the authorities. Most of the time it was better to be busted by the authorities. I respected the cops but I wasn't afraid of them. I would rather be in jail than dead. At least you knew the cops couldn't touch you. Lessons learned.

Some of you will remember the names like Benson's, the Springs, Cherry Hill, Europe, the Basement, the Dairy Farm, the Beach, South Farm, etc. I am sure there are some party spots I forgot to add. It didn't seem to matter where the party was, if it was an outside party these things were going to happen. There was going to be a bonfire, someone was going to get stuck, a girl was going to end up crying and a couple guys were going to get into a fight. Lessons learned.

I was usually the youngest at most of these parties, in the beginning anyway. Being the youngest, my job was always getting firewood. Bob told me. I remember this one time at the Springs I showed up with a couple buddies in the Chevy Cavalier a.k.a., The Duck. I soon realized that my dad's 79 Chevrolet Silverado was there. Evidently my sister was home from college and took old green to the party. Anyway it was my job to get firewood so I got the keys from her and borrowed someone's tow rope to pull out dead trees for the party. I didn't feel like picking up sticks. Go big or go home. That was a heck of a bonfire. I believe that tow rope ended up getting snapped. I jerked a little hard. Whoops. Lesson learned.

If we were lucky someone's parents would be gone and there would be a house party. Well, it would be lucky for the partygoers. Not so much for the party host. The cleanup and explaining sucks. Lessons learned.

I remember making a special trip to Casselton just pick up a case of this stuff just because somebody knew a guy, who knew a guy who had some. Good grief. Lesson learned.

I remember picking up cigarette butts in my friend's driveway Sunday morning after a two-day rager at his house. I believe his parents went to Hawaii or somewhere and were too trusting. Friday night's party was pretty low-key. But the word got spread about the party the next night. You see his older sister came home late Saturday night unexpectedly and she was not too impressed with our idea of a little party. Evidently she heard things through friends at college. I remember looking outside at all the cars and thinking this isn't going to end well. That was a fun weekend. I remember his sister even made us breakfast after we cleaned up everything, including hundreds of cigarette butts on the driveway. There are some top-secret good stories from that weekend. Lessons learned.

If none of these party places turned out we could always go to Lisbon to drag main and pick up some chicks. Or at least that was the plan. There was nothing better than going to another town, hitting on girls and upsetting their boyfriends. When we went to their town or when they came to our town things were going to happen. Back then, Lisbon and Enderlin guys were like water and oil. We didn't mix well. Lessons learned.

It seemed like there was always trouble when you went to the Lisbon theater to watch the weekend movie. I wonder whatever happened to those couches that were in the front down by the screen. Ewww… Some lessons I wish I never learned.

Going to Lisbon also meant that you were eventually going to get into trouble with the Mexi cop. It seems like every time we went to Lisbon someone was getting pulled over or getting scolded by the cops. Not that they didn't have their reasons but geesh, give the guy a break. Lesson learned.

This one time in Lisbon one of my buddies decided to take his car on the racetrack for a couple of hot laps. It sounded like a great idea at the time. That was fun for about five minutes until we heard sirens. Some of us made it out in time. Some of us didn't. Good times. Lesson learned.


Another good idea when going to Lisbon is trying to see how high you can make it up the hill. You know the one, the hill on the East side of the 32 coming into Lisbon from the North. There are usually tire tracks going up to the top. I think I rode with someone once. That was enough for me. Lesson learned.


Anyway, I don't know if high schoolers still party like that anymore but I hope they do. We never really got into too much trouble. We never hurt anyone or hurt anything. Well except for our vehicles and our pride. But I know a couple thing, we made a lot of great memories and a lot lessons learned…

Thanks for reading, Clint


Monday, July 10, 2017

Pets and things


I have had three pets that have been meaningful in my life. There were a couple other dogs in between but they didn't last long for one reason or another…

The first dog we ever had was named Morky. He was a cross between everything, a mutt. His mother was a dachshund terrier and his father was a poodle spaniel. Or maybe that was the other way around. Anyway, he was unique. He was kind of a lap dog.


We had him when we were still living in town and brought him to the country when we moved. Morky and I were pretty inseparable. Wherever I went, he went. When my parents couldn't find me they would yell for the dog and the dog would give my whereabouts away. I remember him being quite feisty also. He protected me on many occasions from scary neighborhood dogs and older douche canoe kids.

Morky only lasted a short while out at the farm. He got along with the other dog and cats. But the one thing he did not get along with was the school bus. That school bus got a lot of our pets and was the demise of Morky one afternoon after we got dropped off.


There were quite a few years between Morky and our next permanent dog. There were two or three other dogs in between that didn't turn out. They somehow miraculously disappeared…

I got a chocolate lab when I was a senior in high school from a cousin whose labs had a litter. I believe the whole litter was either given to family or friends around Enderlin. When I first saw my lab I knew right away I was going to call him Lloyd Christmas. If you don't know, that is the main character in Dumb & Dumber. Have you ever named a pet after someone and later realized that animal has morphed in to that character? I am not saying he was dumb, I'm just saying he was not Lassie.


Lloyd was a big clumsy yet agile brute of a dog. He was around 100 pounds and for some reason he still thought he could sit on your lap like was a puppy. His paws were like a Clydesdale's and he was as graceful as an ox. He would also eat anything. One time he ate an entire frozen ring of deer sausage. Another time he swallowed a plastic plate filled with shrimp mousse that had cellophane wrapped around it. Neither of those things seemed to bother him either. He had an iron stomach.

The first time we took Lloyd to West Silent Lake, he spotted some loons as soon as we got to the cabin. He took off down the steps and jumped off the end of the dock only to realize he could not touch. You see he was used to the sloughs around our farmstead where he could touch and breathe. I didn't think a dog could drown but he tried to. Good thing my brother-in-law was there to save him. It was quite the scene watching a 100 pound lab doggie paddle on top of his rescuers head. They finally made it to shore and after a couple hours he figured out how to swim. Then he started swimming after the loons. Never did catch one though. I believe that was the last time we took him to the lake.


He was also tough. I remember getting ready for school and I heard my dad take off with the pickup out to the field. Pretty soon I heard the pickup back in the yard and dad said that Lloyd had gotten run over. Lloyd not only got ran over by the pickup but also by the anhydrous tank trailer that was getting pulled behind. They are not light. The only injuries he suffered were a collapsed lung and a broken tail. Within a week he was back to his old self. Well except for half of his tail. It had to get docked.

I think I had him for about six years. Every once in a while he would take off to the neighbors a couple miles to the West. They had a lab that always seemed to be in heat. It didn't matter the time of year. And evidently Lloyd was twitterpated with her scent. One of the times he left the yard and he did not come back. Do not know what happened to him. Could've been coyotes or maybe just got ran over. Anyway, there will never be another Lloyd. He was one-of-a-kind.

That brings us to my current dog, Otis the Beagle. I got him in 2008. A cousin of mine had a friend who was moving and could not bring Otis with. So my cousin knew that I had always wanted a Beagle and delivered him to me from Bismarck.

Beagles are very loyal and notoriously stubborn. They can have quite the attitude. Otis is no exception. He is sometimes an asshole. But he is cute so he gets away with it. He pretty much had the run of the house for the first few years. He would sleep wherever he wanted. It was usually with me. This got cut short a couple years ago when his back got hurt from jumping off too many high objects.


When I am outside, I am usually with Otis. I came up with an apparatus where he can be attached to my chair without getting wound up by a leash. We go everywhere together whether it's chasing vermin around the yard, checking the shelter belts for deer sign or scouting deer down the driveways. He has quite the nose. When he gets on a scent, his head stays down until he finds the source. It is a struggle to get him away from sniffing. I swear one of these times he is going to pull my chair over.


We have lost him a couple times or I should say he has gotten away from us a couple times but there is always an easy way to find a Beagle. Just wait for him to start baying. It usually doesn't take long before he has treed something or cornered something and that is when the noise starts. There aren't too many sounds like a baying Beagle.


When Otis is gone I don't know if I will ever get another dog. But I've said that before. There's just something about having a dog around that makes life better.

On second thought, I would get another lab…

Thanks for reading, Clint.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

What I would do if I could for a day...


I would skip a rock.
I would grill a steak.
I would go for a swim.
I would feel the sun.
I would give you a hug.
I would ride bike.
I would cry.
I would roll in the hay.
I would shake your hand, firmly.
I would stretch out.
I would be happy.
I would be different.
I would slap a gap and slide into 2nd.
I would touch my toes.
I would give you the finger.
I would feel the rain.
I would mow lawn.
I would ride horse.
I would cast a line.
I would laugh.
I would hold your hand.
I would kick a tire.
I would run.
I would wave hello.
I would drive a vehicle, real fast.
I would throw a baseball.
I would work cows.
I would go up and down steps.
I would push your chair in.
I would climb a mountain.
I would snap my fingers.
I would clean a fish.
I would do what I want.
I would help you with anything.
I would two-step.
I would eat a taco.
I would feel the trigger.
I would draw a picture.
I would never let go.
I would open the door for you.
I would punch someone.
I would walk the dog.
I would put in a chew.
I would probably get punched.
I would build something.
I would work hard and sweat.
I would be the same.
I would wave goodbye.
I would do all that in one day…
--Clint Lindemann 


Thursday, June 22, 2017

Where to go for Spinal Cord Injury info



Here are two websites to remember if you ever want to find out anything about spinal cord injuries.

You can join the CareCure forum to collect or acquire information if you are a person with a spinal cord injury, family member, caregiver, health care professional, researcher or a friend of a person with a spinal cord injury. This spinal cord injury message board is run by Rutgers University.


CareCure has over 70 forums where there is discussion about everything from life, care, legislation, advocacy, sports, travel, pain, caregiving, technology, relationships, politics and much more. No subject is taboo, trust me. I have learned a lot of pros and cons about different medical procedures I have had done and/or might have done in the future. There a lot of great suggestions that can only come from someone who has gone through it.



This website has just popped up that I think will be another good resource of information. It is called SPINALpedia. I have just become a member and am just figuring it out. But it looks like it will be a great place to share ideas and do research.



There used to be a website called apparelyzed. But for some reason the owner of the site took it down. You can't even go back in time in the Internet world to get any of the info. It is a real shame. That was the best website out there and it is all gone.


If you are looking for more information about spinal cord injuries whether you yourself are injured, am a friend, family member or medical professional, I encourage you to take a look at these websites. The amount of information on them is mind-boggling. If someone has thought of it is on there.

Friday, June 16, 2017

2017 DETECTION SHOOTOUT - TRAIL CAM COMPARISONS


For you trail cam aficionados here is all you need to know for the new trail cams for 2017. If you are looking to buy one for yourself or you are going to buy one for someone, hint hint, there's more information on this website then you need to know. Click the link below.

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Dreams and stuff


Dreams are crazy thing. Some people think they have meaning and others do not. I do not know which way to think but this is how my dreams work.

I rarely dream. Or I rarely remember what I was dreaming about. But when I do remember it is usually not a good dream. You would think dreams would be something "dreamy." Not so much for me.

When I dream I would say pretty much 100% of the time I am not able bodied in the dream. Meaning, I am not running around the base paths. I am not hiking through the mountains. In my dreams I am not in a wheelchair either. In my dreams I am pretty much like a blob on the floor with two arms and a head sticking out. Weird stuff. The only way I move is if people grab me by the hand and drag me around. It is crazy and not very pleasant when I remember my dreams. I would much rather wake up oblivious to what has been streaming through my mind all night.

A lot of people who are paralyzed have similar dreams like this. It is crazy to read about other people's dreams and what they go through in those dreams. Sometimes they are not in a wheelchair. Sometimes they are in a wheelchair. Rarely they are like my dreams and get dragged around. In a small percentage, they are able bodied in their dreams. I have not found any explanation for these types of dreams. I imagine there is no explanation that can be scientifically proven.

I don't know if I want to dream that I am running and walking around only to wake up and realize that it was just a dream…

It is crazy how the brain works.

Another thing that is weird is when I think about myself going down a hall or down the driveway in my wheelchair, in my mind I picture myself walking. I do not picture myself in a wheelchair. Like if I am with a bunch of people and everybody is standing around, in my mind I picture myself like everyone else.

I know the wheelchair does not make the person. The person makes the person. But sometimes it is not very confirming at what the brain thinks of and perceives as real.


Thanks for reading, Clint