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If you hunted birds With your son Over pointing dogs You bred and raised Your son did too And built that bond Where the dogs are the glue And a point binds all generations First, middle and last Read more

Happiest Days

My happiest days Were spent horseback Riding at field trials Watching dogs explore For coveys of quail Or sharp tails or Huns  In wire grass or prairie grass Wheat stubble or weeds  Watching them freeze  Stand rigid and tall Waiting for handler To get there to flush  Then watered and released To stretch out for the front  To find more to point  At the end of a cast From first breakaway To the end of the day Looking for the one  That lays down the great race Read more

Drive at Dawn through Tidewater Farms

I drove at dawn today West through Virginia’s Tidewater counties Soil sandy, flat and fertile British names Suffolk (now a city, used to be Nansemond County) Isle of Wight Southampton Sussex Harvest time has come at last Peanuts dug and in windrows drying Waiting for the combine Farmers fearing rain or freeze or both That renders the precious nut worthless Corn this year grew wonderfully From planting to maturity Most Read more

Dollars and Sense

Reflections on the Cost and Value of Education I entered college 70 years ago at age 16. It was at Hampden-Sydney College. Room, board, tuition and laundry combined were $1,000. I had it only because of a bequest from a childless aunt. I traveled to and from campus by thumb. Home was on a farm in Montgomery County, Virginia. Read more

A Passing of the Torch ~ Part 1

Sam Nixon MD had endured a troubling week. He felt the need to talk it out with his pal, Ben Reach, at their customary Friday afternoon meeting at Ben’s office to plan the weekend’s fishing. “Ben, I have a problem, or one of my patient’s has: Al Scales has congestive heart failure.” Read more

Two Scout Adventure

The heat ended with  Both dogs unseen  The senior judge said,  “Time’s up, you got twenty minutes” The scouts on the flanks Cantered ahead To search for their dogs Pointed they hoped Read more

A Simple Life

When I was young And saw how much My father loved our little farm I formed the wish To farm there always for my living Then he died When I was fifteen Net worth $29,000 My mom and I soldiered on For seven years more Farming just as he had Read more

Denny and Joe and Lucky

Two more different individuals ever lived than Denny Poole and Joe Prince. Yet they were best friends. Joe was a Virginia bachelor grain farmer (peanuts, soybeans, corn, wheat). He worked at it seven days a week, March through October. November through February, Joe was a quail hunter, six days a week. Sundays he walked puppies and looked for quail hunting territory. One word described Joe: intense. Read more