Greg Koelker

Koelker

After a couple hours of sound sleep, I was awakened by thunder and lightning Monday at 2 a.m. I dozed again, but never really got back to sound sleep. I tried reading myself back to dreamland without success, so believe it or not, around 4 a.m. I gathered my gear and drove into the gym. Unfortunately, I found the secret to getting back into nap mode; as luck would have it, I probably could have slept at any number of places along the way in. Anyway, I spent an hour working up a sweat and then headed home.

Back at the ranch, I dropped into my recliner and pulled up a fleece, planning a nap until the dog alarm went off around 7. It sort of worked I guess. Anyway, Scout was lazy today, so I didn’t hear her until nearly 7:30. I still had my gym clothes on — including a pair of cargo shorts. I figured this might be the last morning I could wear shorts outside in relative comfort — it was 54 degrees — in 2017, so Scout and I went for a walk down the coulee.

It could have been the occasional raindrops that did it, but I am pretty sure that at least two curious crows that flew too close were blinded by my ivory calves and crashed into the brush. I am also pretty sure every whitetail in the area must have thought that white light was an invasion alert. When a couple people went driving by, I think they almost swerved off the road because they couldn’t see. I picked up some beer and pop cans and talked a lot to my too oft neglected canine pal.

Back at home, I dumped some bleach in Scout’s water dish and pulled up the post for the bird feeder so I can turn it a bit to make it easier to see both sides of the feeder in the kitchen. I cleaned up some of the wire still in the yard left from last Monday’s driveway project. I also washed some towels and tapped this out.

I did go out with my muzzleloader Saturday morning. The weather was more like late September than late November. I hiked to a point that overlooks some the still-standing corn. I thought I might surprise some old buck sleeping off a belly full of organic corn on a hillside. I did enjoy a reasonably clear view of the Mississippi and surrounding hills. I took a seat on some rocks and spent some time meditating before heading in.

Until next time, get out — Ellen and I watched the Packers beat the Buccaneers Sunday. Just like at home, she preferred listening to the radio guys while I watched the muted TV. It was great to see her jump up and raise her voice, “Touchdown Packers!” Once she asked me, “Where is Eddie Lacy?” The announcers were talking about Jamal Williams and Aaron Jones and she thought of Eddie. Cool. She is walking in therapy and we even walked to the restroom a couple times. The staff and therapy team at Bethany Riverside are great, but I can’t wait to get her home. Enjoy.

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Greg and his wife Ellen Koelker are retired and live on Grouse Hollow Farm near Stoddard. He is chairman of the Vernon County Chapter of Wisconsin Conservation Congress.

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