Surf Fishing SSI

Having grown up in southeast Ga, there were always lots of outdoor activities available. When I was younger, we spent as much time outdoors as possible. My sister and I would often play together out in the woods. One day I would be the knight riding in the rescue the princess, the next I would be the cowboy dodging arrows (quite literally). My dad and I spent a good but of time on the Altamaha River bush fishing for catfish. One of my favorite things to do though, was seining for shrimp along the beach of Jekyll Island.

Somehow though, I never got into surf fishing until very recently. My friend, Melvin, and I, have been hitting up Saint Simons Island to do some fishing, every chance we get. We haven’t been catching just a LOT of fish, but the relaxation time has been worth it. Here are a few pictures from our last several times out.


Back From Hiatus

It seems I have been absent from a lot of things this summer. Let me count the ways.

  • my construction work (good thing I’m self-employed)
  • my online permaculture class
  • any sort of updates on my blog
  • learning how to run the desktop CNC I bought at the beginning of the year

This is by no means a comprehensive list of the things I’ve been away from. But, through all my absences, I have still managed to remain rather busy.

After the school year ended, (my wife teaches at a small private school), we moved back to our farm in KY for the summer. I had no shortage of items on my ever expanding TO-DO list. A list that was supposed to be completed in 2 short months. Tasks ranging from things like

  • install fencing for our 2 calves who have yet to be named (I’m thinking, Steak, and Burgerz. Very original, right?)
  • bush-hog the field of weeds that had taken over in our absence
  • help my dad and mom on building their house
  • build a wrap-around porch on our storage building
  • dig a well
  • thin out some of the forest of sweet-gum saplings that is taking over parts of the farm

Along with all that, I had agreed to work for a local roofer in the area. While I was under the impression that he did strictly metal roofing, my first day on the job consisted of tearing shingles of a roof that ranged in steepness from a 4/12 pitch to 12/12 pitch. Calculated in degrees, that would be about 18.5° and 45°, respectively. Needless to say, my back was rather sore from shoveling shingles that week. Re-installing the shingles was only slightly better. The next job was much better. While we still had to remove the existing shingles, they came up much easier. The new roofing material was standing seam metal roofing, which, while it takes longer than regular metal roofing, is more enjoyable than installing shingle roofing. As it turned out, those 2 jobs were all I was able to help him on.

I did manage to fence in several acres for our two steer calves, which had, until then, been staying on my uncles Jersey cow dairy near Dixon, TN. To save some money, I simply built a 2 strand electric wire fence, with 6ft metal t-posts every 20 feet, and wooden corner posts. In total, I had to buy 75 t-posts, 1 mile of wire (though I only used just over half) and an electric shocker. This only cost about $525. In the future, I plan on adding more t-posts, and installing woven wire fencing.

For now, we are back in south GA, my wife at her teaching job, and I back at my construction work.

Here are a few pictures from our farm over the summer

Here is one taken from the back porch of my dad’s house since we came back to GA


I pulled to the side of the road one day to catch these pictures


Timber Framed Pergola

One of the projects I’ve been working on lately has been a timber framed pergola in a nice neighborhood on Saint Simon’s Island, GA. I haven’t worked much with timber in the past, but this is a rather simple project, so it’s a good introduction for me.





Hope Deferred

Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life. Proverbs 13:12

So round about 4 years ago, my wife and I had finally had quite enough of the daily grind and rat race. We dreamed of a simpler, more slow paced life, where we could take time for the things that matter in life. Animals, gardens, fruit trees, lazy days on the lake, camping. While we weren’t coming from any corporate, high demand, high paying jobs, that would run you down over the years while ruining your health, it was still very demanding and somewhat stressful at times. I was self employed in construction, and she, a school teacher, and later a secretary. So we had some flexibility in our schedules, just not to the extent we wanted. This is some of what motivated us to move from south Georgia to the hills of Kentucky.

As you may know, starting a farm is NOT cheap at all. Especially when you are starting out on 100% raw land. Every single thing you build, buy, plant, or cut, costs either lots of money or sweat and blood.

Sweat and blood, I can give. Money, well, that runs out pretty quickly, when you haven’t had years to save up for the task at hand.

Since we had chosen a rather small community to move to, there wasn’t just a whole lot of work to go around. A fellow can find work, but it’s not always very well compensated, so the issue remained, financing.

The school called, they needed a teacher. We needed work, or at least, we needed to money that comes from working. I also had job opportunities in Georgia that stemmed from living there nearly 30 years. After praying on it for several weeks, we decided to make the move, hoping to use the opportunity to pay off some debt, and save some money to bring our farm farther along.

The move has payed off. We are once again debt free. And have been able to put aside some money to get our dreams off the ground.

As the end of the school year gets closer, the excitement at the thought of getting back to our little place in Kentucky is almost to much to contain. The mulberries should be in full swing when we get there, with blackberries soon following. The poke-shoots are past their prime, though we may get a few. The blackberries we planted last year may bear fruit as well.

Our camper sits, waiting on its occupants, us, to return. Sadly it will only be for 2 months, as we will be returning to Georgia for 1 more school year.

And yes, my heart IS getting sick from all this deferred hope I have sitting around inside there. And I DO believe it will be like a tree of life to my soul when the day finally comes where we can move to our farm permanently.

Until that day…..