Steve Sanford
Well-known member
All~
I sent this note around to my circle of gunning partners earlier today:
Gents~
Rooster Cogburn rides again!
Although [SJS] recently lost about 10 kilos, he has also lost the use of his right eye - as of Wednesday morning. Whilst gathering up the last of this year's prodigious crop of Black Walnuts, my stereovision went to mono in the blink of an eye - literally. My right eye sees nothing now but a medium grey, not unlike staring into the bottom of a sodden cumulonimbus. Every day's a sou'easter off the starboard bow - thanks to a minuscule particle of unknown origin that has lodged itself in the artery that nourishes (or used to anyway) my ocular nerve.
I am writing from the hospital (Albany Medical Center) - where I have been since yesterday and may be until tomorrow. I am getting excellent care from a team that is trying mightily to understand how or why this happened. Surprisingly enough, everywhere they have looked thus far appears healthy. A few more tests are planned.
Living with a single functional orb will take some getting used to. My biggest concern in the short term is figuring out how to drive safely - and so I will not be testing my newfound skills on Long Island this coming weekend as I had planned. I will begin by negotiating the hay roads here at PBF - and venture onto our public byways when it is safe for me and others. Not sure whether shotgunning - either in the lowlands or along the Atlantic Tidewater - will be a part of my future - as much as I savored the first 54 seasons. In any event, handling small craft, rigging stool, finding cripples, feeding gunners and all the rest will continue undiminished.
I am viewing (pun intended) this curve ball as just another episode in Life's Grand Adventure. Later tonight, Susan and I will celebrate the 47th anniversary of our First Kiss. Since that time, we have both been fortunate to have found a wonderful collection of family and friends - all characters with whom we enjoy the aforementioned Adventure. So, I still consider myself The Luckiest Man on the Face of the Earth - if no longer De' Shootinest Gent'man. To put it more succinctly, losing one's sight to an "arterial occlusion" is "better than being poked in the eye with a pointy stick".
I look forward to being afield with each of you soon - just not sure how I will get there....
All the best,
[SJS]
A happy and healthy season to you all here at duckboats.net
SJS
I sent this note around to my circle of gunning partners earlier today:
Gents~
Rooster Cogburn rides again!
Although [SJS] recently lost about 10 kilos, he has also lost the use of his right eye - as of Wednesday morning. Whilst gathering up the last of this year's prodigious crop of Black Walnuts, my stereovision went to mono in the blink of an eye - literally. My right eye sees nothing now but a medium grey, not unlike staring into the bottom of a sodden cumulonimbus. Every day's a sou'easter off the starboard bow - thanks to a minuscule particle of unknown origin that has lodged itself in the artery that nourishes (or used to anyway) my ocular nerve.
I am writing from the hospital (Albany Medical Center) - where I have been since yesterday and may be until tomorrow. I am getting excellent care from a team that is trying mightily to understand how or why this happened. Surprisingly enough, everywhere they have looked thus far appears healthy. A few more tests are planned.
Living with a single functional orb will take some getting used to. My biggest concern in the short term is figuring out how to drive safely - and so I will not be testing my newfound skills on Long Island this coming weekend as I had planned. I will begin by negotiating the hay roads here at PBF - and venture onto our public byways when it is safe for me and others. Not sure whether shotgunning - either in the lowlands or along the Atlantic Tidewater - will be a part of my future - as much as I savored the first 54 seasons. In any event, handling small craft, rigging stool, finding cripples, feeding gunners and all the rest will continue undiminished.
I am viewing (pun intended) this curve ball as just another episode in Life's Grand Adventure. Later tonight, Susan and I will celebrate the 47th anniversary of our First Kiss. Since that time, we have both been fortunate to have found a wonderful collection of family and friends - all characters with whom we enjoy the aforementioned Adventure. So, I still consider myself The Luckiest Man on the Face of the Earth - if no longer De' Shootinest Gent'man. To put it more succinctly, losing one's sight to an "arterial occlusion" is "better than being poked in the eye with a pointy stick".
I look forward to being afield with each of you soon - just not sure how I will get there....
All the best,
[SJS]
A happy and healthy season to you all here at duckboats.net
SJS