Deer Skull


We were checking our back pasture Sunday before opening it up for the cows, when I ran across this skull of a young buck. He could have died of natural causes, but most likely he was wounded and died later. We have had a problem with poachers for the last couple of years, both in the daytime and at night. I’ve been awakened at 2AM by someone shooting towards my barn from in front of my house. Seems like we don’t really have a lot of hunters in my area, but rather a bunch of people that like to shoot at deer. There is a difference. What a waste.

(Photographs copyright 2010 by Dan Routh)

A Poignant Moment


As I was watching the first groups tour the International Civil Rights Center and Museum in Greensboro last week, I noticed an elderly lady in a wheelchair being pushed along the counter of the old Woolworth building where the sit-ins began 50 years ago. The tour leader asked who she was and she told him she was Geneva Tisdale, a former Woolworth employee, who six months after the sit-ins began, was in a small group who were the first African-Americans to be served at the lunch counter. I had the opportunity to speak with her for a few moments. I first asked her if she remembered what day she was served. She shook her head and said she didn’t remember. I then asked her if she remembered what she ate. Suddenly the most incredible smile I have ever seen came over her face. She looked at me and said, “It was an egg salad sandwich.”

(Photographs copyright 2010 by Dan Routh)