• Them birds still fly fast

    It’s dove season and since I got an invite in the area to shoot at some birds, I decided to try my skills after 29 years of not pulling the trigger on a shotgun.
    Abigail Whitehouse, our staff writer, is a serious outdoorswoman and she also went with me.
    But just days before the hunt, I found my shotgun that hadn’t been fired and looked it over. No rust or obstructions in the barrel so I figured it would go bang when I pulled the trigger.
    Since I hadn’t hunted in almost three decades, I figured that I had better stock up on 20 gauge shells.

  • Nothin’ like opening day of dove season

    For many people, Labor Day represents the last big BANG of the year, wrapping up the end of summer and ushering in the fall season. But for my family, it’s the first big BANG of the year, and the shot that kicks off one of my favorite hunting seasons of the year–dove season.
    Unlike deer season, where I spend most of my time cold and alone nestled in the woods or perched in a tree, dove season is a community hunt, especially in Preachersville.

  • What season is this?

    I don’t know about you but I think we had spring from April until the end of August. We have not had a normal summer. When in any summer do you get the urge to pull out a sweatshirt? We had a few of those days this year. Normally, we are wishing for fall to hurry and come.
    It looks like summer finally arrived at the end of August. I said I would not complain about the heat after last winter but I hate sweating because when I sweat my deodorant frequently fails. When my deodorant fails I frequently stink. Frequently? Make that every time it fails.

  • Being free with our freedom of speech

    One of our Constitutional rights is the freedom to speak our minds on various subjects, no matter how offensive they might be.
    Granted, I cannot stand up in a crowded movie theater and shout “fire” and claim that’s my right of free speech.
    Nor can I slander someone by lying about them, believing that’s also covered by free speech.
    But what about articles of clothing we wear and the messages written there, especially on T-shirts?

  • Good news really does exist, look for it

    I hear it all the time ― watching, reading, or listening to the news is depressing.
    It’s hard not to agree with that sentiment when most headlines these days pluck our negative heartstrings, page by page, composing a generally solemn world-song.
    The economy, climate change, wars spreading across the Middle East, religious wars, racial wars, gender wars ― everywhere around us wars are waging, people are hurting, dying, fighting, and those of us reading are trying our best to find any sign of sunshine peeking through the clouds.

  • Not easy being an elected official

    It has always been a conundrum to me as to why anyone would want to be an elected official. Whether it’s on a local, state, or national level, being a politician  has to be the toughest job on the planet.
    Satisfying constituents all the time is simply a dream that rapidly turns into a nightmare. It cannot be done. No matter what you do, somebody’s not going to like it.
    Take our county magistrates as an example. I’ve heard them criticized for not taking the four percent increase on the tax rate.

  • Collie Marbles and Bammy Gilly

    In the spring and summer when fresh produce is available, Mammy Wells, my grandmother, would say, “Don’t eat it raw or don’t eat too much of it or you will get the Collie Marbles.”
    Collie Marbles? My sister and I still talk about Mammy and the Collie Marbles. We never knew what “Collie Marbles” was. We just knew it would cause great distress in the stomach and intestinal tract. So said Mammy!

  • The end of a dynasty

    Guest Columnist Earl Randolph
    One of the definitions of the word dynasty in Webster’s Dictionary is “a powerful family that maintains its position for a considerable time.”
    So it is that I like to think of the Burkhards’ tenure at The Casey County News as a dynasty.
    When Mrs. Burkhard died recently, her death wrote finish to the newspaper dynasty that began in Chanute, Kansas in 1947 and ended some 28 years later when the paper was sold to Newspapers, Inc. and then later obtained by Landmark Community Newspapers of Norfolk, Va.

  • My dog Goliath is my soulmate

    My soulmate is a 159-pound Rhodesian Ridgeback named Goliath.
    You’re probably thinking, “Yeah,yeah we all love our dogs, they’re man’s best friend.”
    No, really, I would take my dog over any human walking this earth today.
    There are several reasons for this, the greatest being that he loves me unconditionally.
    Goliath doesn’t care if I forgot to shave my other leg this morning. He doesn’t care that I watch the same, sappy movies over and over again.

  • You listening to me?

    Have you ever found yourself in conversation with someone of opposite opinion and realized they aren’t actually listening to a single word you’re saying?
    It isn’t too hard to catch, especially if you’re someone like me who maintains a fairly consistent amount of eye contact when speaking to fellow human beings.