Good to hear of his steady progress. Y'all keep each other in line, now! Thanks for the email, CK.
The air here feels like fall, now. The woods are rustling with flustered squirrels as they hustle up their stocks of the bumper acorn crop. I have the weekend off, cool and dry, yet still warm with sushine. I am fixing stone heads to the shafts that I stained and sealed long ago enough to forget that I had done so. As I go about these preparations, I think about all manner of things, hunts and critters and the way the world turns and people in my life. I know another who is battling cancer, and I can't help but think of those whom I have lost to the damn disease. I have never met your dad, but know him a little through this site and the way you live your life, Curtis.
As all of life is connected, and as all of it comes from the Creator, I know that these thoughts that run through my feeble mind as I seek out the best sinew, or sight down the length of an ash shaft are picked up by the One Above, and so I try to keep them worthy. These are prayers, and though informal, I consider them to be as frank and honest as a prayer can get. And so, I hope that it can be made so, that the path for your father is straightened before him, that the sinews of his body are made clean and fine, and give him good strength. Let him be released into your home environs complete with a fine, sharp head and just enough fletch to keep him flying down the good red road. These are just little thoughts, the prayers of a fletcher, and I thought it might cheer you to know that they go out in your father's name, in an everyday manner.
Killdeer