I’ll be leaving in a few minutes to pick up my buddy, Roger Hill. We’re headed down to just the other side of Priddy to do a little dove-huntin’ on my in-laws’ farm near Goldthwaite.
I was remembering back to an earlier time in my life - back to the days before I was married to Robbie.
As I mentioned before, I grew up near the then-small town of Mont Belvieu, down near Baytown. We lived about seven miles east of town, kinda out in the country. I could walk five minutes or so north or south of our house and be huntin’ or fishin’ in might near no time at all.
On this one particular day, I made my way south to the McGinty’s pasture, where I had permission to hunt dove.
There were a few birds flying that day, and I had bagged a few. Then I fired a shot and brought another’n down, but when I went to pick up the bird, I found I had winged it, with one tiny shot making one wing non-functional.
I decided to take that dove to the house - alive.
When I got home, I headed back to our horse pasture and put the disabled bird in one of my vacant rabbit hutches. Mom had some wild bird seed at the house, so I put a bowl of that - and some water - in the cage with my new patient.
The bird seemed rather calm. Perhaps “dazed” would be a more fitting adjective here. I began to take care of it every day. (Dad shook his head in disbelief when he saw the set-up.)
After a few days, I noticed the bird was eating the food and gaining strength. I was feeling rather proud of my accomplishment. I’m not sure how long I kept that dove in that cage, providing for its needs as that wing healed. But I DO remember the day I finally was able to take it out of the cage, turn it loose and watch it fly away. I felt a great deal of satisfaction in doing so.
One evening during the next dove season, I ate supper with Mom and Dad, and gathered up my equipment to head down to the McGinty’s pasture again. Mom and Dad were still sittin’ at the supper table as I made my way to the back door.
Dad, is his slow, low country voice, asked as I was just about to step out the door… “You got your Band-Aids™ and methylate?”
I remember that grin on his face as he knew his point had been both delivered -and received.
Life’s an adventure. I’m livin’ it up!
Randy McLelland, a.k.a. Randy Mac, is senior pastor of Cornerstone Christian Fellowship Church on FM 202. He plays the role of "Grandpa" in The Promise and, through his “Livin' It Up” ministries Randy McLelland, is a motivational speaker and Christian entertainer. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org or 817-454-3386, his website is randymac.com.