So. Kansas Brittany Trial

Yesterday was a disaster almost literally.  There were thunderstorms that made it too dangerous to run braces.  Today we were greeted by sunshine.  The trial resumed.  Brandon runs Gunner last brace which was suppose to be today but is most likely to be tomorrow afternoon.  This weekend my puppy Tula will run, I am excited for her!  She’s out of Nubbin’ and Pete Price’s dog ‘crazy’.

Question, is it possible to camp in a nice trailer and keep things from getting all muddy … when it rains?  It seems that no matter whether you are in a 300,000 dollar coach or 2000 dollar pop-up that mud just gets everywhere.  Especially when dogs are involved.

 You know how it is, you get back from hunting in rainy muddy weather then you have to put up the dog, a crate for sure so your trailer doesn’t get all mucked up.  Then you have to ’strip’ at the doorway and leave soaked clothes, muddy boots etc at the little ‘mud spot’ you designate as ‘o.k.’ to leave the fouled articles.

Now you have to dig out your next set of clothes and get warm.  Meanwhile the Brittany WILL have to be dealt with, afterall, he sleeps with you!  What to do about the muddy buddy?? 

Hmmm.  No hook-ups for the camper so water is precious.  Now you find yourself elbow deep in an effort to clean your buddy up enough so that he can run around the camper.  So much for water conservation.  Now you reason that you can do without a shower so that your bud can be cleaned up.  You figure that you have bottled water and if you are sparing enough, you can use it in a warmed pot to wash your dishes and maybe have a bottle or two left over to drink.

Am I the only one out there that has been there done that with this dilemma? 

 My luck is that the Brittany got mucked up, stuck by a porcupine and, as if on cue, gets a good dose of skunk which was expertly ’sniffed out’ by my faithly buddy.  All tossed in just to jazz it up.  LOL

How about the ride I had one day from Maryland’s eastern shore after hunting timberdoodle’s at a wma?  Oh it went well until I realized me and my buddy were covered up with seed ticks.  My oldest boy brandon went with me.  There we were at the parking area…stripping to our birthday suit.  Oh, we didn’t have a change of clothes because the weather was good and it was only a day trip.

Out of fuel I had to get gas enough to get home, a 3 hour drive.  So I don my tick clothes, quickly fuel up, then back in the truck, tear off the tick clothes and toss them through the rear sliding window of pick-up truck.  “God”, I prayed.  Please do not let me have to explain this to a police officer as I race home… there we sat, naked father, naked son, dog in crate instead of the cab where she always rode.  You know, even a little boy knows there ain’t much to talk about when you are riding nude with your father for 3 hours.  I laugh about it today but back then I was a novice with regard to ticks on humans during timberdoodle season.

Home at last, I pulled into the safety of my garage, shut the door and one would have observed a naked man fumigating the truck.  Inside the house, my boy and I performed the tick check, me by myself with the wife checking the kid.   Almost forgot, there were priorities with the wife.  She FIRST bathed the dog with flea/tick shampoo THEN came in for a little ‘clean up tick check’. 

Well ok, we had fun.  Hunting was successful as I shot one timberdoodle (limit 3).  Was it worth it?  Oh yeah!

Give your dog a treat for me, Dave.

“The memories will be so thick they’ll have to brush them away from their faces”  …James Earl Jones, Field Of Dreams”