February 7, 2023

Leftist’s Judgement Day

A reporter decides to attack another for saying VP Mike Pence is a sexist pig because he refuses to dine alone with any woman who is not his wife. Why, is for you to decide. I don’t care, nor should you.

However, aside from the idiocy that all media indulges themselves in, if a reporter is going to offer any credibility for themselves in what they write, beginning a news story with an exaggeration simply sets the stage for readers with a brain to only conclude, the rest of the story is an exaggeration. (Logic tells us there are few readers with a brain.)

The article begins this way: “Vice President Mike Pence is a man of deeply held Christian convictions.”

We are instructed by the Scriptures to not stand in judgement over any man, however, I assure you, in all confidence, that great men like Noah and Moses, Paul, John, etc. were men of “deeply held Christian convictions,” that is those convictions set forth by Yehwah, the Almighty. It is therefore safe to say that calling Mike Pence, who is some kind of self-proclaimed reformed/deformed Catholic, a “man of deeply held Christian conviction” is a stretch and an exaggeration.

Stick to the truth of the story please. If you need to embellish the story with false claims, it isn’t worth the ink it’s written with.


Innocence and the Absence of Insanity

This is a true story! This past Maine deer hunting season, while at my annual trip to Hunting Camp, one of my long-time hunting buddies shared with me a story of one of his grandsons – approximate age of 6 years.

The young lad is attending school and is learning to read and write. It is my understanding that in the boy’s class, as a weekly project, each student is asked to write a short paragraph relating an event that happened to them in the past. During the first writing class, the teacher asked the students to write of an experience.

Knowing the young boy myself, I could picture him looking about the room, perhaps gazing out the window for a bit, wishing he was there instead of in the classroom, with a glint in his eyes, and then settling in to the task at hand, perhaps in mild protest. He wrote:

“One day my father took me to a place where men were loading logs onto a logging truck. It was fun.”


The following week, once again the teacher instructed the class that they needed to write a short paragraph about something that had happened to them that they remembered. The young boy, perhaps a future Pulitzer Prize winner, wrote:

“One day my father took me to a place where men were loading logs onto a logging truck. It was fun.”

For the teacher, it was a bit of troubling success, but didn’t say anything to the young lad.

The following week, once again, the teacher instructed the class. The boy wrote:

“One day my father took me to a place where men were loading logs onto a logging truck. It was fun.”

The teacher could not allow this to go on, but pondered how to address the young boy knowing he was a sensitive little fella. When the opportunity presented itself, just prior to the next week’s writing assignment, the teacher said to the little grandson, “I have enjoyed reading your story. Do you think you could write something different this time?”

With that, the little genius went to work. He wrote:

“On a different day, my father took me to a different place, where different men were loading different logs onto a different log truck. It was still fun.”


The Comeback: 20 Memories of the Return of the Whitetail Deer

*Editor’s Comment* – If you can tolerate the pop-up ads, some that make you wait and watch, you might find these stories interesting.

Lost in this season’s noise of rut tactics, essential hunting gear, and antler scoring is the reality that, to generations of outdoorsmen across America, deer were once more fiction than fact. For many of these hunters, their first encounter with a whitetail changed their lives. Here are their stories.

Source: The Comeback: 20 Memories of the Return of the Whitetail Deer | Outdoor Life


How Not to Bag a Donut

BostonCremePieI have heard many, many times that the kids of today are so much more “smarter” than, say, when I was a kid – more than 10 years ago. Snicker. I don’t think so. They are indoctrinated differently than I was and, growing up with computers, can do most anything with them. I once used an abacus. I doubt few kids even know what one is.

I know one thing that is completely lacking in today’s society and business world – customer service. Chances are, if you go into a place of business and do something really stupid, and confusing to the cashier, and use cash to pay for any purchases, chances are if you have change coming back to you, the cashier, without speaking, will slap the change on the counter with a balled up piece of paper, once known as a receipt.

Anyway, the other morning I decided to change up my routine some and I jumped on my bicycle to take a ride. I ambled over to the park and around, enjoying the fresh air and listening to the twitterpated birds chirping all around.

After a bit, for some reason, I opted to head up a particular street to check on the progress of a new high school being built. Next to the high school, of all things, there is a Dunkin’ Donuts. I’m not a coffee drinker, but my wife is and a realized we were nearly out of coffee. So, I went into DDs to buy some coffee.

I shouldn’t have done that because before I paid for the coffee there were these two delicious-looking Boston creme pie donuts staring me in the face and begging me to take them home. So, I did.

I paid little attention to the girl who bagged the donuts.

I walked back to my bicycle, took off my small backpack and put the bag of coffee in the bottom and gently placed my precious cargo on top.

To add further drama to the story, I am in Florida in late May. The air temperatures are at around 90 degrees, but I knew I was only 10 minutes from home. So, off I struck.

When I got home and got ready to sink my teeth into the donuts, I opened the bag and extracted the top Boston creme pie, Yummy!

A couple of news articles later and a yelling and screaming from the other Boston creme pie to be released from its bag prison, I opened the sack and discovered that when the Dunkin’ Donuts girl bagged the two donuts, she put the first one in frosted side down and the second one in frosted side up.

Removing the Boston creme pie as carefully as I could, all the chocolate frosting remained behind, stuck to the bottom of the bag.

There was no way the donuts shifted during shipment. They were stacked that way by the clerk. Who would do that? Why would anybody do that?

Perhaps the tell-tale sign of who and why came when, as I was leaving, I turned and said, “Thank you!” and all I got in return was a blank stare – like I just screwed everything up.

Customer service is no longer taught, is not practiced and isn’t even considered as part of a customer service-oriented business. Why does this not make sense?


An Angry Bear in a Shrub Thicket

I have been attending the same family owned hunting camp in rural Maine for nearly 40 years now. There are many stories to be told and I have been able to share some of them here and in my other books and writings. My memory fails me to know whether I have shared this particular bear story, so I’ll attempt to refresh the memory cells and see what I can do with it.

It was many, many years ago; perhaps 25 years past. My details of this may be sketchy for two reasons: one, I was not in the woods with my hunting buddies when the event took place, and, it was 25 years ago.

Like myself, the majority of those who I choose to hunt with at hunting camp, don’t set out into the forests to hunt a black bear. Oftentimes, with the onset of the fall whitetail deer hunting season in Maine, bears have entered hibernation or are seriously thinking about it. Combine this with the fact that it is rare to spot black bears in the woods of Maine at any time of the year, it isn’t often that a deer hunter encounters a bear. In the 50+ years I have hunted, I probably can count on one hand the number of times I have seen a bear or bears while deer hunting.

I believe it was late morning, a time when the morning hunt had concluded and most of the hunting camp members were returning to camp for lunch – more than likely red hot dogs – a power nap and then it would be time to hit the woods again until dark.

One hunter (I’ll not attempt to provide names) spotted a young bear crossing his path ahead. He contemplated whether or not he wanted to take a bear. I believe he fired one shot at the bear and the young bruin ditched himself into a patch of spruce and fir thicket, making lots of noise; enough that the hunter knew the bear was quite angry.

Two of his hunting buddies, one a brother, on their way back to camp for lunch, joined in the fracas.

The bear, still in the thicket, was ripping up small fir trees with hands and mouth and basically acting mean, wild and very unpredictable. I should point out that at this time I don’t believe the hunter who actually fired one shot at the bear had actually hit it, although in his mind the bear was acting as though he had been hit.

All three hunters surrounded the bear in case he tried to make an escape. But then came the decision(s): How to get the bear out and/or who would go in after it?

There was a certain amount of teasing and having fun as the younger of the two brothers had a phobia about bears and really wanted nothing to do with any thoughts of being near an angry bear.

I believe the story goes that the first guy to fire a shot, crawled on this hands and knees, as well as his belly, into the thicket until he could see the bear and take a clean, killing shot.

Upon dragging the young bear out of the thicket, the actions of the bear prior to this, began to be explained. It was concluded that perhaps days before the hunter spotted this bear, somebody else had shot at the bear and half blew his testicles off. The entire area was gangrene. The bear was suffering, thus the reason he was in the thicket ripping up shrubbery.

The hunter tagged the bear, took it home and butchered it. As it turned out, the meat was so terrible, i.e. tough, rancid, etc., that it was not edible. Several different attempts were made to come up with some way to make the meat palatable but it was not to be. He ended up discarding the entire bear.

People often discuss about whether bear meat is good to eat. I believe it really depends on several factors. First, it depends on what the bear is eating. Wild game always has a flavor to it you can’t find in a grocery store and that flavor is most often influenced by the diet of the bear and the amount of fat on the animal.

Second, I would imagine the amount and length of stress involved in killing the animal. In this case, this bear was under great stress, probably for several days, essentially rendering the meat lousy.

Third, how the meat is prepared and cooked. I think, other than extreme cases like the one I just described, that how the meat is prepared and cooked is the key to eating bear meat, or any wild game for that matter.

Forth, it’s all about acquiring a taste for bear meat or any other wild game we chose to eat.


This Couldn’t Possibly Be a Maine Deer

Like the Legend of Grey Ghost, deer stories and perpetuated legends and lore remain healthy across Maine….all of which are true as true can be. And, it is that time of year when trigger fingers get itchy and of course with the whitetail deer hunting season opener for Maine residents less than one week away, the die-hards (hahdz as Mainer’s would say) are doing some serious scouting hoping for a chance at a “wicked good” buck.

If I tell too much about the below trail camera photos, I’ll have to be killed. But, I was told that the first two photos below were taken in Maine. As a kid, I remember it seemed this is what deer hunting in the Pine Tree State was really like, which makes me wonder if these photos captured a “ghost” of a deer.



And, running the risk that men in blaze orange suits will come and hunt me down, there’s a wicked good rumor that the buck, pictured in the photos above, might possibly be a direct descendent of Horace Hinkley’s legendary buck………or not (running scared here) and probably guilty of spreading more lore.


More information on Hinkley buck here.


3 Generations of Women Tag Out on Deer on Same Day in Maine

It must be because of Maine’s high rolling, super active, “Plan” to save and rebuild the disgustingly poor deer population in Maine, that 3 women in Maine, all from the same family involving 3 distinct generations, bagged a deer on the same day. What other reason can there be? We know bad winters kill all the deer but do good winters bring the deer back? Inquiring minds want to know.

According to a short article I read in the Maine Public Broadcasting Network news, 12-year-old Katelyn Carlow of Peru, shot and killed a 125-pound doe on Friday. Her mother shot a 120-pound doe that same day as well. And if that wasn’t enough, grandma, Brenda Gammon, took a nice 150-pound, six-point buck.

All on the same day!

But, there now must be soooooooo many deer in Maine, to rub salt in your wound, grandpa Gammon tagged out with an 8-pointer earlier in the season.


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Book: “The Legend of Grey Ghost” Now Available for Download and on Kindle

Many of you may already know that about 10 years ago my son and I coauthored a book called, “The Legend of Grey Ghost and Other Tales From the Maine Woods”. We sold quite a few hard cover and paper back copies but ran out of the print copies. With ebooks outselling print books, Steven and I have decided to make this great book available once again in ebook form.

If you will notice, at the top of TomRemington.com, on the menu bar, you will see, “Tom Remington’s EBook Sales“. If you click that link you will get information on “The Legend of Grey Ghost” as well as future books coming soon. The Legend can be purchased currently in two formats. At the bottom of the page, readers can click on the “BUY NOW” button. Through PayPal you will be able to purchase the book and download it to your computer hard drive. From there you can open and read the book or if you have other ebook reading devices, there are processes that exist to get this pdf version uploaded to those devices.

Or, you can follow the Amazon.com link and quickly and easily download “The Legend” to your Kindle.

Steven and I are excited about providing this opportunity for you. In addition, writing is underway and plans made for more ebooks coming soon. You don’t want to miss out.

Thank you.

Tom Remington