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RIP to one of the good Dawgs

Some of you who have access to the Dawgvent may have seen a post about the passing of one of their own, "Uncle Johns Dawg" (real name Gary). We may hate on the pups a lot, but just thought I'd ask the prayer warriors to say a few words for the man's family.

Gary was as big an UGA fan as they come, but the man was legitimately a great dude. I first met him, and started working with him in 2005. He may have given me a bit of a cold shoulder when he first learned I was an AU grad, but it didn't take long for him to become a friend, and one of the best mentors I've had. Spent many a Friday evening at his house knocking down some of his latest bottle of scotch (and the man could knock down some scotch with the best of them). He'd tell me stories of being at Woodstock, and the Atlanta Pop Festival when it was held in Byron, GA. He had all kinds of 60's-70's music stories from his years at UGA for undergrad, and then pharmacy school. And, FWIW, you can probably imagine anyone who was studying the pharmacological effects of substances in the early 70's--they have some really, really good stories. The halls of his house were a shrine to Jerry Garcia, and I'm pretty sure he had a copy of damn near every note the Grateful Dead every played (album or live shows). He was friends with some AU assistant coaches back in 70's, and had quite a few stories of their recruiting ventures into central Georgia in pursuit of James Brooks, among others. One helluva avid reader, he could recommend so many great books. As a senior rep, he had a ton of vacation days, and often used those to take off all or most of December every year so he could devote that time to his reading.

One of the coolest things he ever did for me was give me my first opportunity to attend the Masters. After working together for a couple years, we were hanging out on one of those Friday night scotch drinking sessions. Saw some PGA highlights pop up on the TV, and we got to talking about golf. Eventually we got around to talking about the upcoming Masters, and he asked me if I had ever been. Told him I hadn't, but hoped to one day. Without hesitation, and without asking for money or favor, he informed me that I would be using his passes to attend the upcoming opening round (2007). The man had probably been to almost every Masters since the late 60's, and told me everything I needed to know to get the most out of my first time there. One of the things I remember him telling me was to get there as early as possible and go walk along Hole #10, and then to Amen Corner before the course began to fill. My wife and I left Warner Robins about 4am that morning just so we could be sure to do that--and it was one of the greatest strolls a golf fan could ever take. Day after we got back from Augusta, I bought him 2 or 3 of the most expensive scotch bottles I could find.

Kept in touch with him over the years after we moved to Columbus, GA, I was still spending a lot of time in Warner Robins for my Reserve military duty, so occasionally got to meet up with him for dinner. Was really sad to see his daughter's post on his passing, but thought how fitting it was for him to say farewell on Masters weekend.

Godspeed to Gary, aka "Big Kat", aka "Uncle Johns Dawg." He was truly one of a kind, and among the best I've had the privilege to work with.

Charismatic, spirit filled, non-denominational (Pentecostal) churches in Auburn

Are there any? Don’t think there are here in Montgomery. Not very interested in going to something like Church of the Highlands unless it’s the best option. Prefer a church that operates in the prophetic and the gifts of the spirit (tongue talking Holy Ghost filled) TIA

2 for 2

I took my best friend turkey hunting this week and it was his first time ever turkey hunting. We didn't hear any gobbles so I set up and called blind hoping something would show up. Just after 8:30 am, a hen came in from in front of us and two jakes came in behind us and on our right. I was on the left and didn't see them at first but after a tense stare down, they finally walked towards our decoy. I'm a bowhunter so I had us hidden really good and that allowed him to raise his gun with them only 15 yards away. He made a perfect shot and was thrilled to have killed his first turkey.



The next day we went to another farm and didn't hear anything. I told him we would walk to the corner of the property, try to strike up a gobble but if we didn't hear anything we would go back home. I hadn't step foot on this farm in 5 or 6 years so I didn't know where they would be. When we got to the corner, we heard one as far as I can hear one which is 250 to 300 yards with that wind. I cut loud to them with my Scott Cutter and he gobbled. I picked a spot and we set up for the hunt. I don't like to call a lot, I see too many people over calling but every time I'd call, he would cut me off. After 3 or 4 times calling, we could tell he was a lot closer. I went silent and after a few minutes, I heard him gobble around the edge of my property. He was about 100 yards away. I told my friend he's probably going to go down the fire break and come out right there and I pointed in front of us. With in a minute, I saw a head go between two trees about 60 yards in front of us and I said "There he is, get your gun up." My buddy didn't do anything. I said again "Get your gun up" and he did nothing. I finally said "Point your gun at the decoy!" and that got him to get his gun ready. Within seconds, the big gobbler came running in and blew up into full strut right beside the decoy. He spun around and postured and there was about to be one heck of a fight. I could see another long beard had come up as well and he was about to be directly behind the big tom beside the decoy and in the line of my buddy's shot. I didn't want him to kill both of them with one shot because he would be over the limit and you can't do that in GA this year. I clucked on my diaphragm and told him to shoot. As the tom pick his head up, my buddy made a perfect shot killing the tom and missing the second bird. As the second bird ran to our right, a third big tom came in from behind to our left. My buddy said "Can I shoot him?" and I said no, you're tagged out. It all happened so fast, my buddy was ecstatic and amazed. Needless to say, in two hunts and two toms killed, he thinks turkey hunting is easy. I'm not going to tell him any different. 11 inch beard, 1 1/8 inch spurs

Anyone else have trouble going out alone?

I travel a ton for work and am currently in Austin, TX. I don’t mind eating at a restaurant alone or going to a movie but going out to meet people alone is something I struggle with. I actually usually don’t mind it most of the time but I do have a little bit of social anxiety when I am by myself trying to meet ppl for some reason. It’s something I need to get better at bc it’s tough being alone while away from home sometimes. If I am with ppl I know them it’s no problem at all. Just one of those things I guess. I know most here are married or are in college so probably don’t deal with being by yourself too much.

Great Meat

@SH0RTS I was in TX for work this week and picked up a few of these American Waygu cross beauties from my pals at Midland Meat Company. Check them out!!
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SATURDAY MORNING COFFEE THREAD: You're Free To Disagree, But You're Also Free To Be Wrong

Happy Saturday Mornin, Fellas! Feels like a lifetime since we've been able to share a cup of Joe together. But, today is as good a day as any!

You see, I'm talking about the beginning of the best time of year. No, I'm not referring to Drivel Season, which agree or not, has begun. Football is done, basketball is done, and baseball is, well, DONE. It IS DRIVEL SEASON! What I am talkin about is the end of that cold hearted abomination of a bitch we call Winter. Yes! The temps are rising, the morning birds are chirping, the flowers and grass are coming to life.

This morning, I'm sippin on another store bought coffee, Seattle's Best- Portside Blend medium roast. It's a good change up and is turning into one of my go to's, at least for a little while. Tonight, I'll be cracking the seal on a bottle of EH Taylor small batch, and am taking a detour from my normal PRIME ribeye and grilling a couple of nice Angus Flat Iron cuts I've had seasoned since yesterday.

Fire up those grills tonight fellas! For the best time of year is upon us! Cheers



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