Attention to Orders


FOR WOUNDS RECEIVED IN ACTION: owing to conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity above and beyond the line of fire, The Order of the Purple Target is hereby awarded to WILLIAM PORTER BEAN in recognition of his selfless service in pursuit of South Dakota wild pheasant.

On the afternoon of Saturday, November 16, 2013, with complete and utter disregard for his own safety, PRIVATE BEAN occupied an extraordinarily exposed and vulnerable blocking position in the dangerous southeast corner of Field #3, in order to ensure that no fleeing pheasant escaped unscathed. In the face of overwhelming incoming fire, much if not all of it being of a "friendly" nature, which was directed at several low-flying fowl, BEAN held his exposed position despite suffering grievous and painful wounds to the head and neck. The gallant and selfless efforts of BEAN contributed to total victory over the pheasants of Field #3, and bring great credit to himself, the City of Spartanburg, and our United States of America.

Given under my hand, this the 16th day of November, in the 2013th year of our Lord, and of the 237th year of our United States
In the City of Glenham, South Dakota
Stephen F. Shaw, Commanding


SoDak Redux

Back to the hinterlands of South Dakota in pursuit of the wily Pheasant..

We flocked back this year to our stomping grounds of 2010 - this time, Dad and I, Will and Bill and Jason Palmer, and a few other folks to round out the group. Alas we missed the jovial input of Dan O'Neal, but much fun was had by all.

These are wide open lands - the dogs ran the birds up as we walked abreast through chest-high sorghum and 8-foot corn. As ususal, the flankers got plenty of action as the birds poured out ahead of the beaters.

Not as many birds this year as the last time, and although the weather was much warmer I actually think I preferred the late-season hunt a bit more. The weather made it challenging, but all the fields had been cleared and we got more open shots and views. Not much to see in 8-foot stands of corn other than ... more corn. But all in all, this is a pretty fun way to spend your days, riding around in the back of a truck and jumping out to pen the birds in the field, or sitting around the fire pit late into the evening, BS'ing and drinking beer.


Pier Fishing at Pawleys

We got out on the Pawley's Island pier a few times last week, and Jack enjoyed getting to sit up on the bench and help Bud man the rods. Nothing biting on our bait, but a young boy a few yards down landed a nice sized ray, probably two feet wide or more. Jack got to touch it before they threw it back - he reported that it was "slimy - and flapping its flippers." Indeed it was.

Sam enjoyed the outing as well, while Jack passed the time fishing by filling Bud's ear with endless "conversation" - I swear, this kid can really spin a tall tale. At one point as we were walking back, Jack said: "Daddy, Bud didn't catch any fish." To which I faithfully replied, "Son, that's what fishing is all about sometimes." Puzzled and looking as if I didn't hear him correctly the first time, Jack said, more emphatically: "Daddy - Bud DIDN'T catch any fish!"

Sigh. The naivete of youth.


Pawley's Pier, August 8, 2013.


She's Alive! ALIVE!!!

The Whaler Lives:

The Tax Evader stalks osprey and gators in re-maiden cruise following the 2011 renovation efforts:

Dad and Pete took her out to the Black River and Sandy Island on Tuesday, and on Wednesday Dad and I ran down Jericho Creek to Georgetown, and back up the Waccamaw to Hagley Landing. No issues, runs like a top, new seats are imminently more comfortable and moving the gas cans up helped fore-aft balance and opened up room in the back for a cooler and other storage.

Still some work to do to get everything ready to fish, but all in all it was very nice to see her running out over all of that black water. 

*** Update ***

Sid and Alex made it out on the Evader too - cruising the Waccacaw in style:

Some video footage of Jericho Creek headed down to Georgetown: