Hunting in Hitchcock, Texas

 

Hunting in Hitchcock

Hitchcock Memory #103

When I was about six years old, I got a BB gun for Christmas. Dad taught me how to use it, how to be safe with it, I couldn't point it at anybody, regardless, 'because if you do, they ARE going to shoot you. That's the way it works, so don't be pointing it at anyone.' Don't shoot any songbirds are it's you ass. Well I knew what that meant. So I learned one bird from another so I didn't get caught shooting any song birds. Daddy accomplished two lesson with that one. One; I always knew what was in my sights before I pulled the trigger. and Two; I know one bird from another.

Mommy had a rule too, she would cook anything we brought home, as long as it was cleaned and dressed. “I deal with meat, I don't deal with dead animals.” I remember once we went frogging and gigged a few. Mommy was frying them up, and they kept jumping out of the frying pan, we pick 'em up and put 'em back in. Mommy screaming and dancing around the kitchen, but she did it, she fried them up and we ate them. It was a hoot.

My bother had gotten a 20 gauge shotgun. JC Higgins I believe. We also had a single shot 22. Ithaca I believe it was.

There was an old man (old to me, I'm a little kid), who picked up the garbage. I think his name was Krenick. Most likely not spelling it right. He had a recycling operation going on seems to me, the end of Hacker. But Hacker in those days was just two ruts like Delaney. From Second Street it was just a mud rut road disappearing into the woods, but if you followed it, it led to Krenick's dump where he feed the garbage to his pigs, he took the metal to the scrap yard and he burned the rest. I go out Hacker today, I haven't got a clue where it was.

Now on Friday or Saturday night, Dad, me and my brother (six years between us, so I'm a little kid and he's a middle kid,) would ride out to Krenick's dump. Rock and roll and clunk, cluck down Hacker, there seemed to always be a fire going, and we would park with the headlights pointed at the fire and the pile that was burning. There would be rats running all over. We would sit on the hood of the car and shoot rats. It was good family fun and good target practice. And no we didn't eat rats.

Now when I'm a little older, Dad said when he was our age, him and his friends would go rabbit hunting. (Now in those days, a game animal had a season, you couldn't shoot them out of season, and you had to have a hunting license. If there was no season assigned to the animal, it was considered a varmint, and with a hunting license, you could hunt varmints year round, a rabbit was a varmint. Side note; at that time, there was a fifty dollar (in those days, that was fifty, one once pieces of silver) bounty on coyotes, you had to show a hunting license and produce the ears and tail.) They would use his Dad's car, they rigged up a headlight as a spotlight, and one would drive, one would be on one fender with the spotlight, and the other fellow on the other fender with the gun and they would shoot rabbits off of S road in Galveston. Can you imagine.

Well, as you can imagine, when Dad's two boys heard this story, we wanted to do likewise. Sound like a good idea to me. And so we did. My brother had a driver's license, we got a few friends together, and Dad's car and we went rabbit hunting. There were so many dirt roads in Hitchcock and (in those days) Alto Loma and Arcadia, and they all connected, you could go for miles. There were very few houses in those days. We'd creep along at idle in second gear, while the spotlight did the searching from the roof of the car, and we had a gun on each fender. From time to time, we would see a dead coyote hanging on a fence, no ears or tail.

If a rabbit was spotted, I'd turn the car toward the rabbit, while the spotlight trained in on it, so a shot could be taken. Notice I was driving, I didn't have a license, but driving was the least fun, me being the youngest, got stuck. Ya know seniority. To say the least, we ate rabbit pretty regular in those days.

One of the best stories, and to give you an idea of political temperature. We were rabbit hunting as usual, Spotlight on the roof, guns on the fenders, no license behind the wheel and we made the mistake of turning onto FM 2004, but just for a short ways, but not short enough. We get pulled over by the Texas Highway Patrol. We pull over, stop. He walks up to us, “What in Sam's hills are ya'll doing..!!!???” He belts out. He's a young fellow, well dress in his uniform, creased, clean, hat well adjusted. He was looking the part.

“We 're rabbit hunting sir.” We replied

“Do you know how many dirt roads there are around here,” he began to point out, “ What the hell are you doing on my highway..!! You get the hell off my highway..!! I bet if I ask him” pointing at me, “for a driver license, ya'll would be stuck. Now get the hell off my highway..!! If I catch you again, I'm throwing the book at ya.!!!”

To say the least, we got off his highway. Let me point out, he never show an once of fear, he never mentioned the guns, we never mentioned the guns. Guns at that time, were mute.

Now as time went on, I got a driver's license, and friends and we went right on rabbit hunting and eating hasenpfeffer.

The trouble was, they kept building houses. Next thing you know, we're shooting rabbits in peoples front yards, and driving on, then coming back in an hour or so to pick them up. So how are we going to fix this. We can't be doing that, so.....

We got an idea, we got some miner's lamps to strap on our heads and we would sneak into old abandon Camp Wallace (Jack Brook's Park) and hunt rabbits on foot. Camp Wallace proved to be an interesting place, it was first of all over grown, so it was hard to make your way around. We hacked our way through with machetes, carrying a gun, in the dark, with only miner's lamps. We ran across the old sewage plant, which was a strange thing indeed, in the dark, with little beams of light. The ruins of bunkers and barracks various other things, it was an adventure, we were Indiana Jones, before Indiana Jones, on top of being just rabbit hunting. (All those ruins are still there.)

Well one night we're out there in Camp Wallace, the 'Great White Hunters,' hunting. We're in this little clearing, around a wellhead, and all of a sudden, the bushes started shaking, and making a racket, right over there, and it's headed our way. We look at each other, and then back, and the bushes are just a shaking and rattling and making an awful racket, and it coming right at us. There is talk of lions, tigers and bears and the closer it got, the more apprehensive we got.

Lion, tiger, bear give a damn, we were armed, dangerous and ready, if not a little shook. We had our little miner's lights and guns trained on right were it was going to break out into the clearing. We were ready, having given each other a peep talk, and out into the clearing popped.... An armadillo. We were so shocked and so relieved, we didn't even shoot it, we all just relaxed, and it walk right passed us and back into the bushes on the other side, right back to making a racket and shaking the bushes. Learned a lot that night, first, had it been a lion, tiger or bear, we most like never would have heard it, second, keep your fear in check, it might be lying.

One more... We weren't hunting this time, but we were carrying guns, in case of rattlesnakes. It was me and a buddy of mine wanting to see what was in Mecom's big barn out at the old blimp base. We went out Center Street as for as the car would go, then we walked in across that big field to the blimp base and had a look. Mecom had all kind of stuff in that barn, not to mention the big C-47 sitting out front of the hanger columns. He had a Ford tri-motor hidden in there. A couple old military half-track, motorcycles, jeeps, parts everywhere. He had a couple stacks (about five) of radial engines, with a couple laying on the floor taken apart. Out back he had a couple of what I think where Twin Beech airplanes, all gutted out.

So on our way out, we're walking along the outside (the side towards Center Street) of the old hanger, the big columns. Between the two big columns, in about the center, is a smaller column aide. About a third the length of the hanger and about a third the height of the hanger. Still, well over our heads. So we're walking along and we come to this column-aide, and the ground turns black, and as we walk, crunch, crunch, crunch. I look at my buddy, he looks at me, crunch, crunch, crunch. We walk a little farther, crunch, crunch, crunch. And we get to looking, this black stripe that runs along this column-aide, and that's it. It's not on either side or either end. Just along the column-aide. We walk a little more, crunch, crunch, crunch. I stoop down and pick up a stick, and dig a little into this crunchy stuff. When I do, I turn up a bunch of little white sticks, and then a little skull......ding..!!! I think I heard the bell go off in my buddy's head as well, cause we both looked up at the same time, and there they were, about five well fed hawks, looking at us. Learned a lot that day too. Look up more. And nature is nature, and what they say about hawks is true.

George Henry Nichols

September 17^th 2025

Charlie Kirk - John the Baptist the Motivations

 

I've been thinking about Charlie's death and the death of John the Baptist. Perhaps the motivations were the same.

What was John the Baptist doing. He was announcing the arrival of the Lord. “Make straight the path of the Lord.” The people were excited, and listening to him and following him, because the signs of the times were ripe.

What else was he doing..? What got his head cut off..? He was calling out the sins of King Herod, who was sleeping with his bother's wife. He was calling them out publicly. He was calling out the law and the King Publicly. The King was torn between his lust for his bother's wife and God's Law. But the woman was going to have none of it. And set the King up for a fall. And there went the head of John the Baptist. Go read it, it's in the gospels. The words of the Holy Spirit are a lot better than mine.

Now the damn hippies brought up the self esteem generation. Everybody got a trophy, nobody heard no, everybody was a king or a queen. He's a good boy, she's a good girl is all we ever heard, as they rob banks and steal cars and kill each other because they are filled with self esteem, (self-importance.) Damn it, My way or the highway... I'm a girl if I say I'm a girl. Bla...bla...bla.....

What was Charlie doing..? He was preaching the word of the Lord. Not as a Priest or a pastor to a congregation, but to the public, in the public, like John the Baptist (who wasn't part of the Temple System). Chatlie was making the path of the Lord straight for these people. Understandable. The people were excited, they were listening to him, they were following him because of the good news, and the signs of times are ripe.

What else was he doing..? He was publicly calling out the law, and calling out sinners (the murders, the abortions, the riots, the beatings, the false witness), he was running them over with truth.

Think about all the little kings and queens out there we've created, the amoral little tyrants who's everything is called into question by this one man. This one man, where people are excited, and listening, and following.....and were does that leave them.

Just like John the Baptist, they had to shut him up. And anyone who follows suit is in danger. The little tyrants can't live comfortable in their sin with somebody calling them out in public...

I say we make them uncomfortable. Make straight the way of the Lord Jesus Christ.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit Amen

George Henry Nichols

September 16^th 2025

My take on the Murder of Charlie Kirk

 

I not going to piss and moan over Charlie, and I'm going to tell you why. He died a martyr, he is with our Lord Jesus Christ, I am not going to begrudge him such company. Our Lord said, 'Rejoice at a funeral.' I know it's a tragedy for his wife and family and for us, but like I said, I will not begrudge him his reward. What I do believe, is this is a clarion call. We are at war, you have to come to realize that.

Let us reflect on a few things. Seems to me the Lord called the Pharisees and Sadducees vipers... Why..? Because their message was venomous. That tells me it's okay to call a spade a spade. Democraps are a criminal syndicate. If it looks like a duck, walk like a duck, quacks like a duck....it's a duck.

Jesus also cursed a fig tree, and we know what happen to it. Jesus also made a whip out of reeds and cleared the temple...!!! He cleared the place of evil doers. He drove them out, with a stick.

So, as we cry over Charlie, and talk about how great he was, we need to reflect on....Did we hear anything he said. Or was just on our side and a good guy. I dare you, reflect on what he said, Jesus Christ is our strength and our shield. If you really believed the things Charlie said, then it's time to pick up a stick and clear the temple. I can hear the trumpets of the clarion call. The Lord is not pleased, that we shot Charlie Kirk. Act...Act in the living present, with resolute heart and God over head.

George Henry Nichols

September 12, 2025

Observation #413 (The Shoe Bomber Sentenced)

                             

 

Remember the guy who got on a plane with a bomb built into his shoe and tried to light it?

Did you know his trial is over?

Did you know he was sentenced?

Did you see/hear any of the judge's comments on TV or Radio?

Didn't think so.!!!

Everyone should hear what the judge had to say.

Ruling by Judge William Young, US District Court.

Prior to sentencing, the Judge asked the defendant if he had anything to say His response: After admitting his guilt to the court for the record, Reid also admitted his 'allegiance to Osama bin Laden, to Islam, and to the religion of Allah,' defiantly

stating, 'I think I will not apologize for my actions,' and told the court 'I am at war with your country.'

Judge Young then delivered the statement quoted below:

Judge Young: "Mr. Richard C. Reid, hearken now to the sentence the Court imposes upon you.

On counts 1, 5 and 6 the Court sentences you to life in prison in the custody of the United States Attorney General. On counts 2, 3, 4 and 7, the Court sentences you to 20 years in prison on each count, the sentence on each count to run consecutively. (That's 80 years.)

On count 8 the Court sentences you to the mandatory 30 years, again to be served consecutively to the 80 years just imposed. The Court imposes upon you for each of the eight counts a fine of $250,000, that's an aggregate fine of $2 million. The Court accepts the government's recommendation with respect to restitution and orders restitution in the amount of $298.17 to Andre Bousquet and $5,784 to American Airlines.

The Court imposes upon you an $800 special assessment. The Court imposes upon you, five years supervised release simply because the law requires it. But the life sentences are real life sentences so I need go no further.

This is the sentence that is provided for by our statutes. It is a fair and just sentence. It is a righteous sentence.

Now, let me explain this to you. We are not afraid of you or any of your terrorist co-conspirators, Mr. Reid. We are Americans. We have been through the fire before. There is too much war talk here and I say that to everyone with the utmost respect. Here in this court, we deal with individuals as individuals and care for individuals as individuals. As human beings, we reach out for justice.

You are not an enemy combatant. You are a terrorist. You are not a soldier in any war. You are a terrorist. To give you that reference, to call you a soldier, gives you far too much stature. Whether the officers of government do it, or your attorney does it, or if you think you are a soldier, you are not-----, you are a terrorist. And we do not negotiate with terrorists. We do not meet with terrorists. We do not sign documents with terrorists. We hunt them down one by one and bring them to justice.

So war talk is way out of line in this court. You are a big fellow. But you are not that big. You're no warrior. I've known warriors. You are a terrorist. A species of criminal that is guilty of multiple attempted murders. In a very real sense, State Trooper Santiago had it right when you first were taken off that plane and into custody and you wondered where the press and the TV crews were, and he said:

'You're no big deal. '

You are no big deal.

What your able counsel and what the equally able United States attorneys have grappled with and what I have, as honestly as I know how, tried to grapple with, is why you did something so horrific. What was it that led you here to this courtroom today?

I have listened respectfully to what you have to say. And I ask you to search your heart and ask yourself what sort of unfathomable hate led you to do what you are guilty, and admit you are guilty, of doing? And, I have an answer for you. It may not satisfy you, but as I search this entire record, it comes as close to understanding as I know.

It seems to me, you hate the one thing that to us is most precious. You hate our freedom. Our individual freedom. Our individual freedom to live as we choose, to come and go as we choose, to believe or not believe as we individually choose. Here, in this society, the very wind carries freedom. It carries it everywhere from sea to shining sea. It is because we prize individual freedom so much that you are here in this beautiful courtroom, so that everyone can see, truly see, that justice is administered fairly, individually, and discretely. It is for freedom's sake that your lawyers are striving so vigorously on your behalf, have filed appeals, will go on in their representation of you before other judges.

We Americans are all about freedom. Because we all know that the way we treat you, Mr. Reid, is the measure of our own liberties. Make no mistake though. It is yet true that we will bear any burden; pay any price, to preserve our freedoms. Look around this courtroom. Mark it well. The world is not going to long remember what you or I say here. The day after tomorrow, it will be forgotten, but this, however, will long endure.

Here in this courtroom and courtrooms all across America , the American people will gather to see that justice, individual justice, justice, not war, individual justice, is in fact being done. The very President of the United States through his officers, will have to come into courtrooms and lay out evidence on which specific matters can be judged and juries of citizens will gather to sit and judge that evidence democratically, to mold and shape and refine our sense of justice.

See that flag, Mr. Reid? That's the flag of the United States of America . That flag will fly there long after this is all forgotten. That flag stands for freedom. And it always will.

Mr. Custody Officer. Stand him down."

Ruling by Judge William Young, US District Court.

Observation #409 (Called out Megan Kelly)

 

Seems, as a society, we have forgotten what journalism is. Journalism is the art of keeping a journal. A journal is not a diary, a diary is a collection of your thoughts and feelings written down as your life unfolds. A journal on the other hand, is a record of events around you as they occurred. The Who, What, When, Where & Why. That is to say the truth. Your thoughts and opinions about it go in your diary. But the truth of the journal is very important, because when you want to reflect back, you want to reflect on the truth, otherwise, of what use is it..? The product you're trying to produce will be flawed, why, because the journal on which it is base is flawed.

I bring this up because I was listening to Megan Kelly, whom I like and respect, but I heard her say, Journalist needed to cover both sides. No...!!!!! and I called her out on it. (I made a comment).

In journalism, there are no sides, there is only who, what, when where & why. That's it... no more... That should be the news... Period.. That way, when I listen to opinion, and this side and that side, I have the same facts (the news) as everyone else. I should not have to go through a metal wrestling match to weed all the opinion out of the news. Which I have had to do for years.

Not sure I can even name a journalist... I see TV faces, pundits, commentators, news readers, what they call reporters, who they send to the scene, to talk to the neighbors and how they feel. What crap..!!! I don't give a damn how the neighbors feel, I want to know who, what, when , where & why. Don't waste my time with how the neighbors feel. I usually turn it off about then. Feelings mean nothing, feelings lie...!!! Facts... I want the bloody facts. But if the facts don't go along with our opinion or how we feel, we tend to dismiss them, or ignore them, or put a new face on them, the at least the facts looks better.

Journalist or suppose to learn journalism in college. (?) What happened..? Seems they have been thought how they feel matters. And it don't, nobody's feelings matter. Feelings are personal, they are a gift from God, learn to tame them, and enjoy them, but they are not news.

See.... I do my own thinking... My parents made sure I did my own thinking. I would say, 'Randy said this,' or 'Larry said that.' And my parent would ask, 'what do you say, and why..?' and I had to answer. Language is just like math, words means things just like numbers. It has to add up, if it don't add up, it don't add up. So you see, in order for me to reach useful conclusions, I need facts, something true I can build on.

Seems today, I am expected to build on how people feel. You just can't do that, feeling lie....Feelings change. This is part of the decline of the country, you can't build on feelings. Journalist are giving us feelings and not facts. They are failing us.

That why nobody gets married anymore, it's based on feelings. You can't build on feelings. Yeah but...Yeah but.... They say you can build a marriage on love. Yeah but... Yeah but.... Love isn't a feeling, it's a form of service, love is in what you do, not what you feel. (What has been forgotten, is the act of love over time will lead to the positive feelings one is looking for. You have to work for it.) 

So...... if a journalist loves his profession, than an accurate record of the truth should be his goal, because his country depends on it, with intentions of building on it. So get your ass in gear and do your job. And if you don't love your job, or if you want to change the world for the better, get the hell out, we don't need ya. We do our own thinking.

Your in Christ

George Henry Nichols

My Thoughts on Flag Burning

                      

Let's speak for moment about what the flag is. A flag is a piece of cloth you wave in the wind, conveying some sort of message. If, instead of conveying a message, it represents a country, then the flag becomes a standard. To fly a standard is to say you are loyal to and uphold the Standards, of the flag you fly.

Now, if you are British, and you fly the British Standard, then you are loyal to and uphold the standards of the King of England. If you are French, and fly a French Standard, the same applies, so on and so forth. Most standards can be traced back to a king, or a monarch, a sultan, a czar, a chief, heap big cheeze, a man. (or group of men, council.) You are flying their Standard. They are know as the sovereign. The country is theirs, if you fly their standard, you are their subject. That's who you are, their subject.

Okay. Let's speak about the American Standard, and why it's different. The founding fathers, mostly being Christians, understood the ten- commandments led to liberty, and that morally, every man was subject only to God. Therefore, morally, every man was equal. So the American ideal, the way the constitution is written, you are not a subject, you are a citizen. That is to say, you are the sovereign. And you are subject to no one except God......and the laws you yourself wrote, as the sovereign. That's why the flag is stars and strips, because there is no king, or czar it's We the People, and we the people uphold the Standards of these United States, that citizens are free to as they will within the parameter of the Standard. That is to say, ya gotta be an honest Injun, No stealing, no unnecessary killing, no drooling over you neighbors wife, it's tacky and leads to problems, you don't talk bad about anybody's mother, it's unAmerican, and ya might get punched in the nose. No drooling over what the other guy's got, cause you're free, go out and build it yourself.

It's We the People, if your representatives are not doing what you want, get in gear, you're the sovereign, vote him out, vote your guy in, run yourself. Do something...!!! (Within the parameter of the Standard.) We are hated the world over, because of our Standard... But you stupid citizens who burn it, realize, you are burning your own flag...My flag...and I take offense.... You are burning the Standard that represents your right to burn it.. Add that up for me. Make that make sense.

In closing, I say, you can burn the flag, but don't be offended, when I'm offended and punch you in the nose... Sometimes a bloody nose goes along ways to jarring the brain into a little thinking... Think before your nose it bloody.

August 28^th 2025

George Henry Nichols

For the Love of Dawgs

I hear a lot of complaining about the dawgs, they're running loose, they pooped in my yard, I'm scared of the them. Bad dawgs should be picked up and dealt with, that's what animal control is for. If they are not bad dawgs, leave them be, better yet, learn their names, makes friends with them. You know your neighbors, know their dawgs. If they poop in your yard, so what, consider it the cost of your first line of defense.

The reason I bring this up, ( even though at this time I don't have a dawg,) is dawgs have been with us all along. They are our first line of defense, weather they be big or little, they are noisy, they don't like strangers, they are territorial, and we are living in uncertain times, with many stranger about.

Burglars, and other assorted criminals don't like loose dawgs. Loose dawgs make them nervous, they are less likely to be comfortable or operate in a neighborhood with a lot of dawgs barking at them.

I repeat myself, we live in uncertain times, with many strangers about. So get over yourselves and make friends with your neighborhood dawgs, they are your first line of defense. A dawg just might buy you enough time to get your gun. Learn to appreciate what God has given you, least he take it away.

God Bless you all

& your little dawgs too.

George Henry Nichols