When I got up this morning, I was reminded of when I was sixteen and the good Lord had answered my plea for a rabbit tracking snow. For those of you that have never experienced it, a tracking snow is when the snow falls during the day and stops just before midnight. That allows the animals, especially rabbits, to move around and their tracks are left for all to see. Now it’s been a long time since I was sixteen and my knees and bones no longer allow me to slip and fall my way through the hunt. With my coffee in hand, I did my usual routine of going to each window and checking out the farm. I was admiring the white carpet on the fields and woods when a sudden movement captured my attention. It was a young coyote doing what I had done so many times as a teenager, tracking a rabbit in the snow. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it as he made circles following the tracks. This went on for nearly thirty minutes. I had just decided to walk away to refill my cup as the action began to unfold. It was bad news for the rabbit — the coyote made three swift jumps and the drama was over. The good news is the coyote had his meal for the day and I got to experience the thrill of rabbit hunting once again. I’ve noticed today everyone is complaining about the horrible, slick snow and the inconvenience it is causing. Watching the coyote, my memories took me back to a simpler life and time. Just remember even though we are old and complaining about it, children everywhere are still pleading for the beauty and wonder of falling snow. Think about the special memories our children will have when they are as old as we are — that is, if you let them get out and play in it! One last question, do you still remember how to make a snowman? Well, get to work!
Raland J. Patterson earned his MBA with an emphasis in finance from National University. For the past 18 years he worked as a financial planner.
The last six were spent as Regional Vice-President in Europe, responsible for 20 different offices located in seven countries. He served in Vietnam as a helicopter pilot from 1970-1971 with the First Cavalry Division.
When he retired from the Army as a Lt. Colonel, he had logged 22 years of active duty. He earned the Distinguished Flying Cross and Bronze Star with One Oak Leaf Cluster, and 14 air medals, among other awards.
After travelling extensively, he now lives in his hometown of Blue Ridge, Georgia. He brings an insiders knowledge of detailed military protocol and experience along with small town American values.