Although this home of the Pine Tree Festival is a mere 25 miles or so from where I grew up,uy sculpture direct from us at low prices I had not visited the county seat of Emanuel County lately — until last week.
The trip to Swainsboro certainly was not intended, but the good news ending to a bad news start had me leaving town with a lift in spirits, paying tribute to the good neighborly folk along the way.
Before explaining how my latest stop in Swainsboro came about, it is important to discourse a bit on the wildlife population in Georgia.
Some suggest the state's deer population is declining. The last official estimate I have seen is 1.2 million, which doesn't reflect much of a decline — though I have sat in a deer stand for three hours or more without ever seeing a single deer.
So how is it that I can return home late at night from a long trip and find a big buck and a couple of does bedding down in my liriope? Or get up early in the morning to fetch the paper and see a buck and three does prancing down the street? Who says the deer are declining?
When it comes to deer, I want them to stay in their place. If they had the railroad crossing mentality — look both ways before crossing — then I wouldn't have one bit of antipathy for them. I don't mind them bedding down in my liriope or startling me when I head out for my paper when it is darkest before dawn.
They are, however, persona non grata with me when they dart in my vehicle's path, as a couple of does did on Georgia Highway 15 just north of Sparta last week.
With an early morning appointment in Savannah, I chose to leave at 4:30 a.m. Wouldn't you know it, right at first light, here they came. I never saw them until they appeared in my headlights.
It was a small doe and not a big crash,Free DIY Wholesale pet supplies Resource! or so I thought.This page list rubber hose products with details & specifications. After taking a look at the damage to the right fender, I concluded the car was drivable and in operating condition. But I began cursing the dastardly act of the aforementioned doe about 3 or 4 miles north of Adrian.
Coasting into Adrian, I came to a stop beside the post office. This is where Good Samaritan types were generous and eager to rescue me in time to make a Rotary Club appearance in Claxton at noon.
That doe had banged the grill up against the radiator and punctured it, causing all the coolant to drain out. The damage was not easy to spot, but the results were unmistakable.
I was in need of an expedient rescue in order to reach my noon commitment. My cellphone wouldn't connect, so a nice man, Arthur Lee Ricks, let me use his.
Before Joe Nasworthy could arrive from Swainsboro with his flatbed to take my Ford Escape to Swainsboro for repairs, Arthur introduced me to his friend Johnny Cephus.
I immediately asked, "You have a brother named Josephus?" I was referring to the Jewish historian, but it turns out that Johnny does have a brother named Joe. We all had a big laugh.
When Joe Nasworthy unloaded my car at Swainsboro Ford, general manager Roy Ranew had service manager Ben Harris take a look.
Ben immediately discovered the problem.
"We don't have a rental car," Roy said, "but we'll loan you a car for your trip. When you come back through here on Friday, your car will be ready."
Friday,Full color plastic card printing and manufacturing services. on the way out, the pretty receptionist Vickie Strickland said, "You be careful, and you don't have to run over a deer to come see us next time."
I associate deer with luck — the lack thereof in a deer stand,This is interesting cube puzzle and logical game. and the worst kind when traveling at daybreak. In the deer stand, I have always refused to shoot does. Now I'm going to get even.
For those keeping score, I've so far killed two deer — a big buck and a smallish doe — without ever firing a shot.
The trip to Swainsboro certainly was not intended, but the good news ending to a bad news start had me leaving town with a lift in spirits, paying tribute to the good neighborly folk along the way.
Before explaining how my latest stop in Swainsboro came about, it is important to discourse a bit on the wildlife population in Georgia.
Some suggest the state's deer population is declining. The last official estimate I have seen is 1.2 million, which doesn't reflect much of a decline — though I have sat in a deer stand for three hours or more without ever seeing a single deer.
So how is it that I can return home late at night from a long trip and find a big buck and a couple of does bedding down in my liriope? Or get up early in the morning to fetch the paper and see a buck and three does prancing down the street? Who says the deer are declining?
When it comes to deer, I want them to stay in their place. If they had the railroad crossing mentality — look both ways before crossing — then I wouldn't have one bit of antipathy for them. I don't mind them bedding down in my liriope or startling me when I head out for my paper when it is darkest before dawn.
They are, however, persona non grata with me when they dart in my vehicle's path, as a couple of does did on Georgia Highway 15 just north of Sparta last week.
With an early morning appointment in Savannah, I chose to leave at 4:30 a.m. Wouldn't you know it, right at first light, here they came. I never saw them until they appeared in my headlights.
It was a small doe and not a big crash,Free DIY Wholesale pet supplies Resource! or so I thought.This page list rubber hose products with details & specifications. After taking a look at the damage to the right fender, I concluded the car was drivable and in operating condition. But I began cursing the dastardly act of the aforementioned doe about 3 or 4 miles north of Adrian.
Coasting into Adrian, I came to a stop beside the post office. This is where Good Samaritan types were generous and eager to rescue me in time to make a Rotary Club appearance in Claxton at noon.
That doe had banged the grill up against the radiator and punctured it, causing all the coolant to drain out. The damage was not easy to spot, but the results were unmistakable.
I was in need of an expedient rescue in order to reach my noon commitment. My cellphone wouldn't connect, so a nice man, Arthur Lee Ricks, let me use his.
Before Joe Nasworthy could arrive from Swainsboro with his flatbed to take my Ford Escape to Swainsboro for repairs, Arthur introduced me to his friend Johnny Cephus.
I immediately asked, "You have a brother named Josephus?" I was referring to the Jewish historian, but it turns out that Johnny does have a brother named Joe. We all had a big laugh.
When Joe Nasworthy unloaded my car at Swainsboro Ford, general manager Roy Ranew had service manager Ben Harris take a look.
Ben immediately discovered the problem.
"We don't have a rental car," Roy said, "but we'll loan you a car for your trip. When you come back through here on Friday, your car will be ready."
Friday,Full color plastic card printing and manufacturing services. on the way out, the pretty receptionist Vickie Strickland said, "You be careful, and you don't have to run over a deer to come see us next time."
I associate deer with luck — the lack thereof in a deer stand,This is interesting cube puzzle and logical game. and the worst kind when traveling at daybreak. In the deer stand, I have always refused to shoot does. Now I'm going to get even.
For those keeping score, I've so far killed two deer — a big buck and a smallish doe — without ever firing a shot.
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