Howdy folks. I’m different from city folk, and most country folk…I’m just who I am. I simply love life. Everyday I take the life I was given on with courage and love for what I have been gracefully given. I love and understand primitive living, it’s simply the better way to live because you don’t depend on anyone or anything.
From the time I was around 22 until my accident, I wouldn’t buy anything from a store, except my hunting and fishing licenses and fuel, plus some cast iron cookware and them cell phone things so I could access the internet, other than that, everything else I ether hunted, grew or made.
By living this way, I learned how to love and appreciate the Great Out Doors. After I turned 22, I spent most of my adult life in the mountains and the Great Out Doors, loving and enjoying life to its fullest.
Needless to say, I have a great appreciation of simple living. I hold a strong belief and confidence that I am the master of my own destiny. Over the years the Great Out Doors has made me resourceful, initiative and has given me a strong love for things natural. Unlike most city folk, I hold a strong pioneer spirit.
My decision to live a simple life came after 3 failed relationships. The first I met her when I was about 16 and going to school in a small Texas farm and ranch town 36 miles north west of Amarillo. It wasn’t until my senior prom that I found out she’s been married for 4 years to a fellow alumni! That’s what I like about small towns, where our senior class has less then 30 people … EVERYONE knows everyone and who they got married to. Needless to say I didn’t go to prom.
You see, I grew up where men ALWAYS treat ladies with respect and always open doors for them. You’re always respectful to your elders, even if you don’t like them or agree with what they’re saying, you’re still respectful to them. You always take your hat off when you went indoors, other wise you’d get a belt drug across your butt. It was that simple, it was true country life.
The second one happened when I went to visit my folks in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area shortly my graduation. This one was my own age. Yeah, my folks warned me that there was “something wrong with that girl”. Of course being 18 and horny I said: “Look at her, y’all have no idea what your talking about”She was just like my folks warned about. That relationship lasted about 3 or 4 months.
The third and final one before I ventured off into the Great Out Doors when I was at 21. Once again my folks said “it will never last, she was to much of a flirt”. Naturally I was young and they didn’t know what they were talking about. Once again they were right, before I turned 22 she had a COUPLE of “boy toys” (ie: boyfriends).
Needless to say, if I ever date again, I’m first going to have my folks meet her first and let me know what they think. So far they have always been right.
That was strike three. I only wanted to find a gal who would be there when I’m too darn old to change my diapers. Like mom and dad, to this day they have been together for well over 50 years and never once thought about being with someone else. That’s the way I want my life to be.
After striking out on dating, I got a wild hair up my butt, and decided I was going to go hunt gold and silver, after all, I already had someone who would be there no matter what — “Rosy and her five sisters”, and I knew that no matter what, I could always depend on her.
Then a few years ago, my grandfather passed away, so I left the mountains and the Great Out Doors to say goodbye to him. Little did I know I’d almost be joining him in heaven. I was involved in a nasty accident that took the emergency folks close to an hour to cut me out of my truck, before flying me to a hospital in Dallas.
I spent close to a year there. I can’t tell you how many nurses I heard saying they were getting a divorce. All I could do was think to myself – what ever happened to true love, does it simply not exist any more?
While in the hospital I had more then one “so-called” doctor say I’d never walk again. All I could do was think: “how the heck can you call yourself a doctor? I will walk out of this hospital!”
I did!, but I got kicked out of the hospital, for refusing to stay in the bed and/or in a wheelchair, instead I was determined I was going to walk. It got to where I’d wait for the night staff to come on duty, and then about 2 in the morning I would make my way to the hall and use the railing in the hall to hold onto and try to walk. Then one night I decided to walk a complete circle around the floor, using just the wall for balance. That night I walked past the nurses station on the way back to my room.
That’s when one of the nurses said: “hello Mr. Nutt”, it took her a couple of minutes to realize I was walking myself, and she yelled: “Mr. Nutt what the ++++ are you doing, you’re not allowed to walk. We’ve been ordered to keep you in bed”. That’s when I replied: ma’am you can kiss my hairy donkey butt, because regardless of what you say, I am going to walk and I’m going to walk my happy butt right out of this hospital and there’s nothing you can do to stop that”.
Plus the fact that a week before being thrown out, I was determined I was going to walk, even though they had me tied to a wheel chair. I was on the fourth floor of a hospital in Dallas. Well, I found one of them stairwell doors that they can’t keep locked.
I thought, I’m going to walk down them stairs. I DID! I was strolling across the parking lot when a nurse came up to me and said: “let me take you home”, of course I said yes, didn’t even think about “stranger danger”. She took me back to my room. It turned out she was one of my nurses.
Shortly after that they kicked me out of the hospital saying I wasn’t following orders and I refused to stay in my room. On the day I was dismissed me, they tried to make me be wheeled out in a wheelchair. I simply refused and walked out on my own two legs. I may have been wobbly and fell on my rear a few times, but I managed to get myself back up (refusing help) and walk out on my own two feet.
Yes, I may have been stubborn, but when you have multiple folks say you’ll never walk again, I was determined I was going to walk out of that hospital on my own two feet. AND I DID!
I was then assigned a primary care provider who was from India and would spend all of two minuets with me every couple of months and do nothing more then take my vitals and say: “you gained 2 pounds, I’ll see you again in 60 days”. That was a couple of thousand dollars per visit well spent.
Furthermore, I wasn’t able to drive or really feed myself so I did something I said I’d never do, I moved back in with my folks. At 45 I should be the one taking care of them, not them taking care of me. Finally, with both of them retired, I said I can’t stand being in the city, we need to go back to the country. They agreed and and started looking form somewhere around wise county. Once they found a place and started getting the paperwork going, I started looking for a new primary care provider there.
I can’t tell you how lucky I got. I was assigned Lea Anne Gilley, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to get an American provider. Then on the day I went in to see her, I just about had a heart attack. It was none other then Ms. Hudson, yeah, she got married since the last time I saw her. BUT it was none other then Ms. Hudson, a nurse I used to see at the ranch.
I saw her last month, and she simply laid down the law and said I was getting fat, and she was going to change that, plus get me to driving again. I spent more time talking with her about my condition and what I needed to do, then I have ever spoke to any of the other doctors combined over the past 7 years!
It’s great to have somebody who cares and WANTS you to get better, after she laid down the law she said she would see me next month and I’d better have lost some weight, and she put me on a diet. Well, Mrs. Gilley, I have already lost the weight you said to loose and I feel a whole lot better. My Buddha belly went to a small beer belly, and the man boobs went form big to small. I also went from a size 38 pants to a size 34. Needless to say, I’m a happy man.
On that, let me say that I LOVE the “Great Out Doors”. For me, the “Great Out Doors” is far more then wilderness… I love the spirit of the “Great Out Doors.” The first letters of these three words spell “G O D”. There is an irresistible force in the great outdoors — the very soul of America. God is the wilderness, God resides in his heaven, and has organized his great universe for our good, and HEALING! Plus, I am just a avid frontiersman and hunter from the Great state of Texas!
Instead of sitting in the city and listening to cars go by and noisy neighbors, I prefer to sit in a remote cabin where it’s bright and warm with a glowing fireplace and an old-fashioned kerosene lamp throwing it’s soft flickering shadow. Listening to the howling wind, the sleet driving with an impact against my tightly-built cabin adding to the security and snugness inside. Adding another log to the fire. Readjusting the cushions and let the world go by. Be it sunshine or tempest, this is life — or it was!
However, as you know around 8 years ago I had a near fatal accident, which changed life as I knew it. Basically after the accident I was becoming a “snowman” with a Buddha belly and man boobs. So Now for the first time in 26 years I’m actually listening to, and following the directions of a lady, it actually feels kind of good.
Now, being stuck (somewhat) in the city, but not quite, I’m kinda wondering if it’s even a reality or even a possibility for me to find a single gal (just one) who I can snuggle up to next to a bonfire with and just enjoy the night and what mother nature has to offer.
OK, that’s a brief history about me. Now on to my new adventure in life, I’m looking at getting back into farming, BUT not a typical farm most folks know about, but farming shrimp, crawdads and fish. PLUS carving again.
So please bare with me as I try to get this started.