Graffiti Bridge 

So in the middle of no where Madison Co we came across a very interesting bridge. The bridge, known to locals as “Graffiti Bridge” is covered 100% in multiple layers of graffiti. Names, symbols, phrases, etc. 

The bridge crosses Silver Creek on Hagan Mill Rd. This tiny country road is a really nice drive, and exploring the bridge is completely worth the trip. Silver Creek itself is gorgeous and we found a large crane hanging out fishing. 

It’s readily obvious that it’s not some rowdy gang marking their territory, but kids taking part in a tradition. Names and Greek symbols make it appear that a lot of sorority and fraternity kids from the local colleges make the trip to paint something onto the already well covered bridge. 

If your out for a drive around the county this is definitely something neat to check out. 


Halloween Hoedown 2017 Richmond, Ky

Richmond’s annual Halloween Hoedown event was held on October 26, 2017 in downtown Richmond.  The annual event draws thousands across the city and surrounding areas for a night of candy and activities. 

This year’s event was a huge success with candy lines forming well before the start time, and an hour and a half into the event was still the length of the event area. I did note that it appeared less vendors were set up this year compared to years before. 

The kids had fun and the businesses showed community support all while getting some free advertising. An all in all wholesome event. The only downside is that unless the organizers come up with a better system of line control, to help prevent people circumventing the line altogether, we can all expect long wait times again next year. 

First Bed and Breakfast Experience


Recently we stayed at a bed a breakfast for the first time. We had won the trip during an event a year before, and now would be staying at the B&B for the event this year. Now I have stayed in many different accommodations over the years, but never a B&B, and I have to admit I was very skeptical and had a ton of questions.

The thought of staying in a stranger’s house, eating with them and sharing living spaces was just simply not in top ten list of things to do. But, the stay was free, and the place seemed nice, so I was along for the ride.

I still had questions like, how much interaction we would have with our hosts? Would we have to share a bathroom? Would the whole family be there at breakfast? Would there be other guests? Did we have to check in and check out like a hotel? Was breakfast served at a certain time, or would it be like a buffet? I honest didn’t know what to expect.

Our host, Rene’, was an amazingly friendly person, not to mention an astounding cook. She greeted us as we arrived and showed us to our room. She made small talk and explained the general layout of the beautiful farm the B&B was located on, and about the house itself. She made it clear from the start that she was there to make us comfortable and handle any issues we might have, which was comforting. She even took Tracy and our little on a trip to feed the animals and to see the barn, which he had wanted to do.

We were in the “Blue” room which was very nicely, but efficiently decorated and in the lower level of the home. The room had a private bath and king size bed. She gave us several options for our little one’s sleeping arraignments, and after we left for the evenings events came in and set up his little cot, which was far nicer than any roll away bed. She asked up what time we wanted our breakfast and offered to serve us in the lower level’s common area. She also told us that we would be the only guest on that level for the weekend, which was also very comforting.

After the events that night we returned and the house was gorgeous at night. Sitting on top of a ridge, and well lit, it was welcoming even though we appeared to be the only ones awake. We entered through the private entrance to the lower level and headed to bed for the night. The only downside we ran into was the temperature of the room, as we like to sleep like penguins. While I am sure Rene’ would have gladly adjusted it to suit us had we made her aware, it was easily placated by opening a screened window and enjoying the cool fresh fall air.

The next morning as we were showering and preparing for the day I got a text from Rene’ that said our breakfast was placed and ready. I was expecting slightly more than a continental breakfast, but surprised to find a well decorated place setting with country style ham, fresh chopped pineapple, orange juice, and the best scrambled eggs I have ever eaten. It was delicious and fulfilling. Perfect before our busy day ahead. As we were enjoying our meal Rene’ came downstairs to check on everything and made small talk as we ate, while also playing with our little and our dog.

The next morning we were showering and packing and again I get a text that our food is placed and ready. This spread was even better than the morning before. She had prepared a delicious, homemade “French Toast Casserole”, sausage links, fresh strawberries and bananas, orange juice, and more of her amazing scrambled eggs. This was one of the best breakfasts I have had, and again, protein packed and perfect for our crazy busy day.  Rene’ again came down to check on everything, and even brought us fresh baked cookies to take with us. Truly could not have asked for a more caring and friendly host.

Overall our stay was fantastic. The extra care Rene’ took to make sure our family was taken care of, the amazing food, the gorgeous house and property, and the comfortable, spacious, and clean room and common area was exactly was we needed for our stay. I would have no issues about returning, and will gladly refer family and friends.


If you are in the Berea, KY area and want to stay with Rene’, her business is Goose Hill Downs Bed and Breakfast. It is located at 1250 Pilot Knob Cemetery Road in Berea, KY and she can be reached at (859) 404-1230. You can also check out her website below.


5 years later…

It’s amazing how much can happen in 5 years. 
I decided I wanted to start blogging again, and when I installed the software it opened this old blog. I had intended to start a new one, but after reading the old posts, I decided to keep this one.

Since that last post in 2012 so much has happened in our lives. Trips, tragedy, death, births, happiness, sadness… It’s crazy to think about it.

Well since the last post, we now have a young son, and a dog, to add to our adventures. This should definitely provide some depth to my post material. I am excited to do this now. 

I will probably be focusing on more outdoor and photography type material going forward, but I guess we will see where this takes me.

Trapping: Different than I expected

I have long been interested in the art of trapping. There is something about the fur trade and the rough mountain men that collect pelts each winter that astonishes me. I began my research years ago when I was just a boy. I would see trappers walking out of the woods when I was hunting and fishing, carrying the daily kills over the shoulders or on the racks of an ATV. I began my research, but with the wrong information.

A lot of people dislike trapping very much; so much in fact, that there are specific laws that protect trappers and their sets from the heckling and menacing of anti trappers. When you began reading the anti articles the first thing that comes at you are the bloody stories of domestic pets being killed or maimed. Then came the stories about the poor animals stuck for hours on end with the broken leg caught in a trap and trying to chew their own leg off to get away. False.

It turns out that most of the traps used today are actually very humane. They do not harm or hurt the animal in any way. It turns out, if you have an animal that you are not targeting get in your trap, you simply let it go, perfectly unharmed. This is not even the live traps, but the actual foot hold traps everyone shivers at the sight of. This information came as a very large shock to me, and Youtube ( has several videos depicting this very act.

Another fact that always pawed at my heart was the though of a stray dog accidentally finding itself into a trap. It turns out that the companies that make traps, such as Duke Traps, actually make a “dog proof” trap that is used for targeting raccoon. These traps require the coon to reach in a tube for the bait, and skill dogs simply cannot perform. The trap closes and holds the coon by the hand.

Trapping has a very long and rich heritage with many of our states, with Kentucky being a prime example. It turns out that most of the towns that were first settles in Kentucky were originally trading posts for the fur trade as well as others. Today, most trappers are not in the sport for financial gain. Though you o get paid for pelts, it is often not enough to cover expenses. Trapping today is a labor of love and passion. It is done by men and women who are truly passionate about the art, and love to be in the woods. Trapping helps control populations by both removing the animals and preventing overpopulation, and by removing predators allowing other populations, such as quail and turkey, to thrive. Trapping helps to control density related diseases, and depredation of crops and livestock, and controls nuisance animals.

With all this new information my wife and I have decided that we are going to begin trapping some late this year. We will be starting with the “dog proof” coon traps and targeting raccoon. I am sure we will not break and records with our few traps, but it will be yet another adventure into the outdoors.

The fur will be preserved and sold to a fur trader for use in the manufacture of clothing and such items. The raccoons we will be targeting will be nuisance coons that would normally be killed and discarded. This way, I can insure something useful can come from their hides, and that they were killed humanely. Hopefully it will be a positive experience and lead into a lifelong tradition for my family. Regardless, it will be an exciting adventure, and I am sure more articles will come of it!

Natural Desire

Something about not being able to do a particular thing really makes you just want to do that one thing.

Over the past several years I have been experiencing worsening problems with my health that could not really be explained. The bottom fell through this year and I have been very ill since about the middle of February.  I was finally diagnosed in June, and my team of doctors has since developed a treatment system that is keeping the symptoms at bay. The illness is for a lack of better terms “in remission”. However, this experience has left me a shadow of my original self. The weakness and pain alone have been enough to keep me close to home, and closer to the couch. The medication takes its toll on the body, and having to eat a special diet comes with its difficulties. But the desire is still ever present, to experience nature like I have in the past.

Since I began life I loved to be outside. The joys of camping, hunting, fishing and the like has been the best reward I had incurred until I married my lovely wife. Her matched enthusiasm for nature truly turned us into very active outdoorsmen. Very rarely could you ever catch us home, unless the weather was exceptionally brutal. The trails, waters, and woods were our playground, and we played hard, often not coming home till very late, if at all. Every free moment of time we had, we were outside.

It is hard to explain really, but when I came to college and left the magic hills and rivers I was raised with, it made my time in the woods much more significant to me. When I started hiking my freshman year, it seemed every waking minute spent in nature was more valuable than the last. For a time I felt like that would be gone forever, until the doctors finally reach an agreed diagnosis. Now I am in limbo of sorts. I have been released by the doctor to return to the woods I love so much, but the weakness and pain that I am still recovering from is not agreeing with his decision.

Like my grandmother always told me, you never really know what you’ve got, until it’s gone. I want so bad to get back out there and experience the thrill of a good hike, or the excitement of a good hunt, but I am just not physically able as of yet. It’s like standing beside a river and dying of thirst. The hardest part for me personally, is that not only has my illness grounded me, but my wife as well. She simply doesn’t want to leave my side, knowing that I could not go with her. As frustrating as that may be for me, I know if the roles were reversed, I would rather never see another trail, and remain by her side. It takes a current review of your life I suppose to be able to accurately say what the most important thing in your life is. However, as I stated before, the desire to return to my woods is still there.

It has now become my current mission to get back in shape and finally put this illness behind me. I will never get away from it for good, but if it wants to continue holding me back it’s got one hell of a fight on its hands. I will prevail, regardless of how long it takes. This desire to return to the woods will not be in vain, and this time, I will cherish every moment I get to spend outside, and quit putting of hikes and trips that we want to do. No more hiding from the heat, or running from a light rain shower. I consider the opportunity a privilege, and not something to be wasted on a meager attempt to avoid discomfort.

So the next time you crawl into a deer-stand, or slide on a pack, keep in mind that many people across this country of ours would love to be in your position, but can not. Worse still, is that fact that there are people in the country that doesn’t even know that world exists. I feel that if more people had this desire, it would keep them from their vice of choice and encourage better overall behavior and participation in outdoor recreation. With that being said, take a kid fishing, invite a buddy camping, or take someone along for a hike. Not only should we cherish every moment that we get in nature, but we should also strive to share it with others.

Storm Chasing

We accept no responsibility for your actions after reading this article. Mother nature is a very dangerous thing, and should be treated as such. Storm chasers in real life are very highly trained personnel that take extreme risks for the protection of others from the most dangerous weather on earth. The decision to place yourself intentionally in front of or close to any storm of any caliber should be a very educated decision. Death or serious injury could result from your ignorance of the specifics of a storm. We make our decisions based on training that both of us have received from different entities, and are in no way encouraging others to participate in this way. This article is strictly for entertainment purposes only. DO NOT TRY THIS ON YOUR OWN!

Over the years we have grown extremely fascinated with severe weather. This lead us to seek out training as well as personal research, and resulted in us enjoying a mild form of storm chasing. From time to time when possible, we will chase a severe storm both for personal entertainment, and to document the storm for research purposes. We also work with local entities to assist with warning people in the path of the storm.

Today was one of those days. While relaxing at home, we got word of some storms moving into the area. After some cloud watching, it was obvious that we would soon be dealing with a possible severe storm. Grabbing our gear we headed out to see what we could get on camera.

After some radar work, we got in position for some photography. Nothing was going right, as the storm seemed to be splitting around us, leaving me chasing the tail flashes of every lightning bolt in the sky. We made the decision to head south and get in front of the storm in hopes of getting some good shots, but with dark quickly approaching, we didn’t have much time. Diving smoothly into the rain belt we were soon in torrential rain. We found a nice location and set up for the storm . It was one of the most impressive electrical storms I have seen in a long time. If the storm would have passed a few days later (July 4th) it would have been as fitting and any fireworks display in the country.

The lightning flashed in every inch of the sky, with huge blue and white cloud to ground bolts dropping all around us. Mind you were were in the safety of our vehicle. The storm continued for several minutes with wind and rain blasting the entire time. From the dark parking lot atop a hill in the middle of the country we had the perfect vantage point. The rain was so heavy that the photography and videography was not possible. Without many other options, we simply sat back and enjoyed the show mother nature had for us.

Its important to remember, especially for hikers and other outdoorsmen, that for all the beauty mother nature has, there always remains an extreme possibility for danger. The power released during a severe thunderstorm is immense. Its humbling to see in general, but from such a vantage point, and experience that neither of us will soon forget.

Storm chasing in general is a somber event. You feel the rush and love the excitement of what is occurring, but at the same time, everyone somewhere in the back of their minds, feels compassion for the people hurt during the storms. We are not excited for the damage that is caused, and would prefer that all storms occur over open fields, but we realize that this is not possible, and that people are hurt in many ways by such activity. We feel very much for these people, and one of the main reasons we do what we do is to assist in providing information for the weather services to provide better warnings, as well as video and pictures to use in the research of severe weather. In a perfect world these storms would simply be grand shows on huge stages, but they are not. They are in fact, very dangerous to our society, and to anyone in their paths.

To all the other chasers out there, I hope you are doing this for the right reasons. It takes people like you, like us, to improve the safety for everyone. God bless, and stay safe. To everyone else, the next time a storm rolls through your area, watch it carefully, and remember that its very possible that someone is chasing it as it passes.