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Jimbob and the Adventures of the City Beagles

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Growing up as a young boy in the farmland of Michigan I am no stranger to the outdoor world. Many times have I heard the crunch of snow under my boots during the frigid winters or felt sweat stinging my eyes while baling hay beneath the hot August sun. Field corn had to be planted by Memorial Day and should be knee high by July 4th. is how the old guys put it. After the corn was put in the silos in October it was also time to Pheasant hunt. A good hunting dog to have along with you was like having a multi tool at your side.
      It seemed like we always had a dog around, I guess it was ours because we fed it and it stayed with us. When you’re ten years old it really doesn’t matter what kind of dog it is, it’s just comforting to have a companion that doesn’t tell you to mow the lawn or to come in and eat supper. “Sandy”, the Collie, named so because of the color of her coat, if she had been named after our garden soil she would have been know as “Clay” was with us for many years and helped me form the beginning of an affectionate bond for dogs for a long time to come.
        Years went by and I finally realized that now I was one of the old guys. I had retired from career number one of Retailing. After spending thirty five years of working in different parts of the country I was really looking forward to spending time on my photography. Most of my photography is done on the weekends and with the wife working I had plenty of free time during the week. Taking up drinking and chasing women would not be a good idea and the Gambling places were too far away. It was time to get a dog. Part of my early upbringing had included getting taught that dogs do not belong in the house and it took me while to get used to the idea of having an animal inside. We went ahead and did some research and after much discussion I, or we, decided on a Beagle . They had all the traits that would make life more interesting without things getting out of control. Knowing that Beagles are mainly working dogs I was a little concerned about one having enough space in our house on our 1/3 acre lot in our subdivision, but a few good walks a day should solve that problem. The answer came one morning by way of the local TV channel. The County Animal Shelter was showing abandoned dogs up for adoption and it just happened to feature a hybrid Beagle/ Basset hound which we named Indie, with the most handsome and I was sure most honest and loving face that I had ever seen on a dog. That was probably the best Television Feature we had seen in a long time.
      Bringing a dog into the house also involves a learning curve both for the dog and the owner and Indie was no exception. You learn real quick like where not to leave food
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Young Indie

I swear that even a 13″ Beagle can stretch itself out to be at least seven feet long. A few weeks after bringing Indie home my eighty seven year old mother in law came to visit us……

Read the whole story and many others in our new book which is over 100 pages with full color photos “Jimbob and the Adventures of the City Beagles” to start shipping Dec. 4,2017. Book is $15 which includes tax and shipping, order the book by calling me at 270-779-2311 or PayPal at Jimbob374@twc.com. 

                                            Jimbob and the Beagles go Camping

City Beaglers sometimes have to create adventures to add some excitement to the daily life, even if it means that the camping trip will be nearby and in cold weather. After we held a team meeting nest to the artificial stove in my studio, the hounds and I all decided we were ready to head to the great outdoors and spend a night in a tent. Sitting around the campfire, singing songs and telling stories about how they would kill a rabbit dead, the smell and sight of a crackling fire, the feeling of freedom, were all memories I was anticipating to revisit. Who knows, we might even hear an owl hooting in the dark or see a shooting star in the sky!

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Ready to tell stories and sing songs

Taking some cues from my past days of being a Boy Scout, I made out our checklist which I based on carrying the least amount of weight possible.Water and dog treats would be carried in wide mouth Nalgene bottles, they are light weight and sturdy and last just fine for at least 34 years……

Read the whole story and many others in our new book which is over 100 pages with full color photos “Jimbob and the Adventures of the City Beagles” to start shipping Dec. 4,2017. Order the book by calling me at 270-779-2311 or PayPal at Jimbob374@twc.com.

 

 

 

 

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Last Winter I decided that the Beagles and I should take a bus trip because it was looking like all three of us were restless and bored, and it was about time for another adventure. I had tried taking the hounds on a bus once before without much luck, it was one of those yellow ones that comes around and picks up kids to go to school.

Vocational Beagle School Bus mailWhile riding around on rabbit patrol one day we spotted one of those buses with a small banner attached to it that read “VBS”, we thought it stood for Vocational Beagle School, but when we tried to get on, we were told in a polite but firm way that it stood for Vacation Bible School, so we……..

Read the whole story and many others in our new book which is over 100 pages with full color photos “Jimbob and the Adventures of the City Beagles” to start shipping Dec. 4,2017. Order the book by calling me at 270-779-2311 or PayPal at Jimbob374@twc.com.

 

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Early morning part 2

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Exploring Bowling Green at Dawn

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Storm Beagles

Baird’s Beagles is offering a temporary Hurricane Haven for storm displaced Beagles and Bassets. “You get ’em here, we keep ’em for a while.”
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The Blue Rose Stories

 

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Possibly The Blue Rose

Possibly The Blue Rose

 

 

It’s difficult to catch the wind or to harness a butterfly, it is even more difficult to explain the Blue Rose. One thing that it is, is a collection of stories with pictures and mostly true. Other than that, the what or the possibly the who, I will leave up to you. I wish I could say the Blue Rose was the result of one of my three a.m. wakings, grabbing a notebook and pen, but it was not that dramatic. Flipping through my photographs one day I ran across the blue passionflower and rose, put two and two together and here is the outcome. Having done some non fiction writing, I wondered what sort of story I could come up by mixing the truth with some ideas where the truth was not that important. While doing some research, I discovered that there are several books out there with the title of The Blue Rose but a true Blue Rose flower remains a Gardener’s dream.

The word “dream” seems fitting as this series of stories will be a journey of a Photojournalist as he seeks the perfect “Blue Rose” Story. Come along on this trip but just remember, as Ringo Starr said”You know it don’t come easy.”

The search begins

The search begins

 

 

 

 

 

 

Evelyn

Evelyn

Evelyn

Evelyn was a tall willowy woman who could look at home either back at the farm which currently was in the hands of Elizabeth her oldest daughter, selling perfume at the downtown Macy’s department store, or at a bustling railway station which is where she happened to be.It was 1945, and the War  sounded like it was going to be over soon, but right now she was on a mission of sorts per the War Department in Washington. Evelyn also was one of those people that liked to parcel nicknames, several times she had  thought of this train as “The Spy Special”. The train’s real name was “The Hummingbird”.  Evelyn’s  husband Elmer was a soldier stationed at Fort Knox as part of the the Signal Corps, whatever that was. One thing was for certain, she had to deliver these documents to Elmer.Hummingbird

The Station’s overnight rooms seemed like a handy place to bed down and she was just downright weary of sitting and looking out of a dusty train window. As Evelyn crossed the tile floor of the Station proper she noticed something shiny on the floor and couldn’t resist bending over and picking it up. The object was a new 1944 dime. With some hesitation she tucked the dime into her pocketbook, “Well” she thought, which almost turned into a “Well, Hell”, “With all these people walking around, if I don’t pick it up, somebody else will”. Evelyn thought that she might feel guilty by picking up somebody else s money and keeping it, but to the contrary the dime felt warm and almost tingly. When she held it up and looked at it closer against the window light she noticed a man dressed in a sharply tailored blue suit standing out front.holding a Speed Graphic camera. The photographer seemed to be on a photo shoot involving one of the new Chevrolet cars that had just been produced.The thought that he must be a Picture Man instantly crossed her mind….

 

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The Picture Man

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                             

 

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