Goodnight

My all-time favorite movie is Lonesome Dove, which is based on the Pulitzer Prize winning novel by Larry McMurtry. In addition to enjoying the four part series, I’ve read the novel more than once. The nearly six and a half hour epic runs at my house at least a couple times a year, usually more. It’s a story of the epic journey of two former Texas Rangers who are determined to be the first to drive cattle from Texas to Montana. Through the course of their travels they encounter devastating obstacles, the loss of life, and incredible disappointment.

The sweeping scenes of wide open frontier and the life along the trail are some of the best ever recorded. The interactions of the characters creates depth and authenticity. The relationship between Woodrow F. Call and Augustus McCrae is so tightly woven that it is often used as an example of true friendship. As dramatic as Lonesome Dove paints the story of human relationships, and committed friendship overall, it falls short of the depth which can be found in non-fiction.

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The conversation begins…

So how’d I get here? I began the corporate journey at the age of twenty-two. I hired on for what I thought would be a job to serve until I found something else. I was setting up a store for a growing retailer (no intention of giving free publicity to my former employer. “You gotta pay, Frank. You gotta pay” Cole Younger, The Long Riders). Promotions to hourly supervisor positions eventually transitioned to salaried management. A growing family, stock splits, and stories from managers who were retiring at the age of forty kept me connected. “If I can at least stick with it for seven years until I’m fully vested, then I can do something on my own,” I thought. Thirty-two years and nine months later, I was laid off from my career, with a retirement fund which was sorely lacking (largely due to years of tending to immediate needs rather than the future needs).

When the axe fell, I must admit I had hopes I would find some new vocation with which to support myself and my family. Thirty-three years of corporate grind, dealing with customer complaints, managing people issues, commuting, and following someone else’s direction left me wanting a different way of life. Yet, that need for stability which had kept me connected continued to pull at me. Though I’d always dreamed of going it on my own, I focused my efforts on finding another corporate position where I could use my management experience. Even while I was looking, there were these dreams of a little building where I could do my thing all day long, listen to music if I chose, dress casually, step back with a look of pride at my work, take a long lunch with my wife if I wanted, and basically be the master of my own destiny. But how would I pay the bills?

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Getting Handsy

In 2012 we experienced a house fire. Though much of the downstairs portion of the house was merely water damaged, much of the upstairs portion was destroyed. In it there were a few items we tried to recover due to sentimental value. My middle son’s room was beyond recognition and very little remained. There was a cedar chest which had been acquired by my wife in a garage sale many years earlier. It contained pictures and mementos. We were able to recover it, but it was badly singed.

As I began to look for things to occupy my free time I decided to pull the chest out of the corner of the garage, where it had been since we moved into the new house. (BTW the outlet you see in the background isn’t wired in yet. The garage is also a work in progress, but I’ve put in a lot of work since these pictures were taken. Maybe I’ll give you an update later).

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Road-trip

Sometimes spur of the moment road-trips are the best kind. This trip was a four day, sixteen-hundred mile whirlwind of a trip from Oklahoma to South Dakota. We had a wide range of travel from Pierre to the Black Hills. Stops at Myril Arch’s Cattleman’s Club Steakhouse in Pierre, the Murdo Pioneer Auto Museum, The Black Hills National Cemetery near Sturgis, Wall Drug, Mount Rushmore, Custer State Park, and the Badlands highlighted the trip. Additionally there were plenty of back roads and exploring.

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In the beginning…

First of all, welcome to the first installment of One Less Dog In The Hunt.

Kind of a crazy name for a blog, huh? You’re probably thinking, “What the heck is that about ?”

Well, that’s the name of this place. To be honest (TBH as the kids say), it wasn’t my first choice. I ran through ideas like “off the wheel” or “one less rat in the race,” but those sites were either unavailable or way outta my price range. I’m a bit of a hick anyway, so I started to work on something which would fit my personality, and this is what I stumbled upon. Hopefully it will make a little more sense as we go along.

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