An Accident Waiting To Happen

I’ve always considered turkey hunting a fairly safe sport. I understand that safe is a relative term, but at least the woods are not filled with fellow hunters carrying rifles that could accidentally kill you from a distance greater than the shooter could actually see you! For the uninitiated, turkeys are hunted with a shotgun; a close range weapon. But for some unknown reason, I can often find a way to hurt myself in the safest of ventures.

March is a great time to be in the woods. The sub-zero weather has graciously passed, and usually (early on at least), there are no ticks or mosquitos. To hunt turkey, you venture deep into the woods in the pitch-black dark, find a likely place to stop, and listen to the woods creatures as they wake up. Of course you mainly listen for the sounds of one creature in particular, but it’s always exciting listening to them all. Most of the successful hunters I know already know where the turkeys are roosting, but I usually just go when I have time. I hope to either stumble on one, or get lucky and call one up! This is a trial and error sport, but I have been fortunate enough to actually fool one a time or two.

On this particular morning, after calling, changing locations (and repeating this process several times) I decided to call it a day. There were either no birds in my zip code or my rookie calling attempts had them belly laughing as they headed for the hills; either way I was headed back to my truck turkeyless.  About halfway back I came upon an open area with a big gobbler, standing squarely in the center, doing his thing! He was fanning out his tail and his ugly head was blood red, but before I could kneel down and try to make myself invisible…he saw me. Okay, he kind of saw me. Had he fully recognized me for the armed intruder that I truly was, the story would likely end here.

My heart raced as he halted is garish sexual behavior and stretched his neck for a better view. Not really sure what to do next, I pulled out my call and started making girlfriend noises. This seemed to put him somewhat at ease and he would dance for a few minutes before assuming the “you know I can fly” posture. We played this game for what seemed like forever, and I think he finally decided that any woman that could resist the display he was putting on was probably not worth having anyway. Time to run!

Luckily when he decided to run I was prepared to shoot. He was a little bit farther away than I would normally feel comfortable taking a shot, but my quick reaction put him on the ground! Remember I said put him on the ground…I didn’t say kept him on the ground! Before I could put my hands on him, he jumped up and headed for the next county. He was moving pretty good for a wounded bird, but I feel sure that it had something to do with the overdressed, fat little old guy chasing him! Hunting adrenaline is a special kind of drug, and with a borderline overdose flowing through my system, I caught him! Okay…caught up with him. As I reached down to grab him, he decided to fight back. This big guy rolled over on his back and did his best to bury the 1” spurs in my hands or face!

Before I go any further with this story I should probably tell you that this hunting story, while absolutely true, happened several years ago and has nothing to do with the picture of me with the bandage on my face. Actually, I went to the Dermatologist early Monday morning and had a skin cancer removed. I come by this affliction honestly and that is why I posted the picture of my face with the “old man” band aid plastered in the typical spot. The hunting story sounds better, and I doubt many would have enjoyed a story about my trip to the Dermatologist! But just so you know, I came away that particular day unharmed and carrying a big Tom Turkey! What were you thinking happened?

The OSHA Instructor

I’ve been back in real estate now for a couple of years. I guess somewhere deep down I knew that I would end up back here, and to at least to some extent, I never left. I didn’t actively list property and take out buyers, but I tried to keep up with values and with market activity. When I think of it this way…I never left.

The years I spent working with the University Of Georgia were unlike any other I’ve experienced. I basically had two jobs; work and class. Toward the end I had an office in Milledgeville and Athens, but I spent just as much time studying (both in class and online) as I did working. And I liked it! I felt like I was moving in a positive direction and I was always thinking. I’m not so sure that in today’s world this training is something that I will base my career upon, but I use snippets of what I learned every day.

It may come as a surprise to some that one of the certifications I earned was through OSHA (The Occupational Safety and Health Administration). To some…the bad guys! I’m actually an authorized instructor and I can issue ten and thirty hour safety certifications! I know you’re probably wondering what a real estate agent does as an OSHA instructor, and quite frankly I’ve wondered the same thing for quite some time. I have never taught the classes (and probably never will), but this morning as I made my morning stop at Animal Rescue I had my chance!

Before your mind drifts off in to frayed electrical cords and unsafe ladders, I’ll explain. One of our best employees cornered me and asked for help. With a safety violation you ask? Well no, this was (in my mind) much worse. This worker told me that when they were first hired, every day was filled with mystery and training. She had gone from feeling the euphoria of learning new things to the drudgery of every day work! That was when one sentence I learned in the OSHA class popped in my head. “Watch one, do one, teach one”. The surgeon’s axiom! It is our duty as her employer to train her, and it is her duty as a manager to train others. Keep it alive! Sharing of knowledge is, if not the circle of life, the spice of life.

We all have much to share. If your friends see you as a “know-it-all”, the only problem is your delivery…or possibly your audience. When you feel as though you have hit the ceiling of you job, your hobby or even your personal life, I think you would be surprised how renewed you will feel by simply sharing with others what you know.

A Young Man

Eleven years ago my little brother died suddenly. I’ve talked about this publicly for years, and I feel sure that even those who don’t know me very well probably at least know this much about me. About me. I understand that this seems strange to say that his death is something you would know about me, but he’s been gone for years and I’m still here. It’s now something to know about me.

I admit it felt weird when well-wishers said how terrible it was that he died so young. He was thirty eight and I was forty; that’s not young. I have many friends that were grandparents at forty! But as I sit here writing this…eleven years later…I understand that we were both very young. I still am.

I’m too young to have seen my daughter graduate from high school. I’m too young to have had grandchildren. I haven’t had the time to do everything I want to do. I am thankful for all I have already done and seen, but I can only wonder how young I will realize I was eleven years from today.

I always felt that my brother was fortunate to have died suddenly. No extended illness; no months or years of suffering, but really don’t we all die suddenly? No matter how long it drags out, we are here one minute and gone the next. That sounds pretty instantaneous to me! I’m left to wonder if maybe a ‘slower’ death just gives us time to go over a few things. I don’t really believe that all bases would have been covered, but I can think of a few that I wish I had at least attempted.

So today I will understand that I am a young man. Technically I will be older when you read this as I was when I wrote it, but I will still be young man. There is still much to do, and if I haven’t told you lately that I love you, I’m doing so now. I know that I forget to say it sometimes, but I choose to write this off…I am young and inexperienced! I will try harder.