How would you deal with this?

Dale Langlois Uncategorized

I spend my share of time alone in the woods, but a few days a year, I share the experience with friends hunting whitetail in downstate N.Y.. Some of the guys have been taking the same trip for several years plus a decade without incident, bringing home venison and memories. This year’s experiences were in line with 2020. As usual …

Getting old, is in the observer

Dale Langlois Uncategorized

Glass ankles, atrophying muscles, common sense: I have the drive to go into the wild; other forces over-rule, so I go, only so deep. At what age does an adventurer limit his or her adventures? Runners, boxers, gymnast and fashion models all must retire or at least limit their passion to teaching, once the passion of youth wanes along with …

Belief

Dale Langlois Uncategorized

What you believe is not necessarily fact. What is fact? Fact is that 1+1 =2. No mathematician or scholar can argue that one fraction of truth. What is truth? Only fact is truth. The concept that, that statement is not arguable, is truth. One can only believe in truth or myth. So is the truth only digital, 0’s and 1s? …

I Love the Seasons

Dale Langlois Who is the Beave?

I hear friends and relatives complain about the first snow. First snow is the beginning of but one season; same as corn poking its first green through warming Spring soil is another sign of change for me personally. Harvest time is my favorite season. Deer hunting season, fishing season, morel mushroom, bear and turkey season: the list goes on and …

Time for a re-boot.

Dale Langlois Who is the Beave?

Within a week, America should know who their leader is. I feel we have not been led as much as steered, but then again, aren’t the reigns being pulled from so many angles? These United States of America don’t know which way to go. Each Governor acts on their own out of necessity only to be criticized. These States were …

The Better Bev Effect

Dale Langlois Uncategorized, Writing

Prologue: The Thinning A virus passed from vermin consumed by the poor killed even the rich. The plague knew no class, no occupation, no age. Bodies thrown into mass graves owned no personal markers. Those in charge at the moment decisions were made were soon dead leaving piles of rotting corpses along the roadside waiting for highway workers to pick …