Fellow Hunters,
This thread is pleasant to read.
I’m enjoying it.
Yours truly is retired.
I was a Peace Officer for 8 years in Soviet Occupied California.
At age 29, I resigned from the Colusa County Sheriff’s Department, to accept a job in the frozen north and thereby, I escaped to Anchorage, up here in the United State of Alaska.
I worked there for another 20 years, as a City Police Officer, in Los Anchorage.
Retired at age 49 and spent that summer building a cabin in the bush, about 7 or 8 miles from fellow forum member, Cal Pappas’ place.
Then I worked part time as a clerk in a gun shop, for a few months.
I liked guns a little more that I can afford and every payday, I had to write THEM a check.
At that same time, I discovered Africa and fortunately was able to hunt there 5 times, over about a 15 year span.
Affording those “safaris”, in large part was due to selling almost all of my lifetime’s gun collection, for adequate safari money.
While working in the gun shop, some of my fellow Police retirees began annoying me with the idea that I apply to work in oilfield security with them.
Eventually I caved in and did so.
I worked security for 10 years, primarily oilfield (Prudhoe Bay mostly), but some times in Anchorage as well, including occasional body guard details.
The company still calls me now and then but at age 67, I usually turn it down these days.
Twice I was able to work as a wildlife guard on photography and scientific expeditions to the Arctic, in both Siberia and Alaska.
These jobs were on ships carrying the people who needed someone to stay alert for bears, rabid foxes and grouchy walrus lol, while these folk did their work out in the ice and / or walking on remote shorelines.
Such voyages have ended with the mass hysteria of COVID. (It is a sort of reverse Beetlemania IMO).
Now, I mostly work on me and my wife’s old house here in Anchorage.
I have been trying to get out for summer fishing more often and last winter, fellow forum member, Dirthawker1 took me hunting for snowshoe hare.
We had a huge amount of fun but, I guess I’m loosing my eagle eyes.
I never got a shot at anything but, he shot so many that I volunteered to help carry his pile of bunnies back to the truck.
For my local friends here who also believe COVID is less contagious and less deadly that regular old strep throat is, we have been gathering in my man cave every now and then, especially when it’s cold and windy outside.
Here we have in fact solved ALL of the world’s problems, but nobody listens to our solutions LoL.
Meanwhile and sadly, my cabin up past Willow, Alaska burned down 3 years ago in a forest fire.
Might build another one there someday.
The nice thing about land is that dirt sand and rock do not burn well and so my land is still there.
I guess I’m about as retired as I can be now, except that I advertise for Khomas Highland Hunting Safaris of Namibia.
However, that is more like a fun, part-time hobby than a job.
Presently, I’m saving my pop bottle money toward yet another visit to the highlands there, for hunting and a long overdue visit with Khomas owner and friend, Philip Hennings, as well as his PH’s, Adab and Isaac.
Plus, hopefully we can also get over to the west coast of Namibia for some salt water fishing too.
Retirement IS everything it’s cracked up to be.
Well, as long as one can budget their reduced income carefully, it is wonderful.
I guess that’s about all the news that’s fit to print around here.
Cheers,
Velo Dog.