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Hi folks – 2018 already!

Sunday, January 28th, 2018

Wow, where has time gone huh? I haven’t been back here to look at my old blog site for years.  As I type this we are getting ready to move – new State, new job, new chapter!  I don’t know that anybody comes back here anymore except spam bots but if you do, I hope you’re doing well my friends.  

Jeff Tucker


Sunday, October 2nd, 2011

You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life. (Winston Churchill)

To kill an American

Sunday, September 12th, 2010

Written by an Australian Dentist….and too good to delete….

To Kill an American
You probably missed this in the rush of news, but there was actually a report that someone in Pakistan had published in a newspaper, an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American.

So an Australian dentist wrote an editorial the following day to let everyone know what an American is . So they would know when they found one. (Good one, mate!!!!)

“An American is English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek. An American may also be Canadian, Mexican, African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian, or Arab, or Pakistani or Afghan.

An American may also be a Comanche, Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho, Apache, Seminole or one of the many other tribes known as native Americans.

An American is Christian, or he could be Jewish, or Buddhist, or Muslim. In fact, there are more Muslims in America than in Afghanistan The only difference is that in America they are free to worship as each of them chooses.

An American is also free to believe in no religion. For that he will answer only to God, not to the government, or to armed thugs claiming to speak for the government and for God.

An American lives in the most prosperous land in the history of the world.

The root of that prosperity can be found in the Declaration of Independence , which recognizes the God given right of each person to the pursuit of happiness.

An American is generous. Americans have helped out just about every other nation in the world in their time of need, never asking a thing in return.

When Afghanistan was over-run by the Soviet army 20 years ago, Americans came with arms and supplies to enable the people to win back their country!

As of the morning of September 11, Americans had given more than any other nation to the poor in Afghanistan Americans welcome the best of everything…the best products, the best books, the best music, the best food, the best services. But they also welcome the least.

The national symbol of America , The Statue of Liberty , welcomes your tired and your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming shores, the homeless, tempest tossed. These in fact are the people who built America

Some of them were working in the Twin Towers the morning of September 11, 2001 earning a better life for their families. It’s been told that the World Trade Center victims were from at least 30 different countries, cultures, and first languages, including those that aided and abetted the terrorists.

So you can try to kill an American if you must. Hitler did. So did General Tojo, and Stalin, and Mao Tse-Tung, and other blood-thirsty tyrants in the world. But, in doing so you would just be killing yourself . Because Americans are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom. Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, is an American.

Please keep this going!
Pass this around the World ?
Then pass it around again.
It says it all, for all of us
Please do not just delete.
Pass it on first.

09/11…we remember…thank you Osama bin Laden…

Saturday, September 11th, 2010
9/11...we remember, Old Glory flies at half mast at Raindance Farms, LLC

9/11...we remember, Old Glory flies at half mast at Raindance Farms, LLC

Thank you….

You know, it’s easy to start to focus on life’s little problems and hurdles in our way as we travel our individual life journeys. I try not to do that but I still do. On this day, I want to thank God for this great nation. It’ll never be perfect but we’ve got the freedom to try and make it so and as long as we have that, I’m happy.

Thank you Osama bin Laden. Thanks for showing us true malice and cowardice still exists in this world – and that it doesn’t work. Anybody who needs to be a bully by trying to get their way through fear and terror will never get their way. Ever. Anybody who kills innocent men, women and children because they’re afraid to take on the Cowboys, Cowgirls, Farmers, Police, Firefighters, Salvation Army workers, volunteers, friends, family and neighbors who all take care of each other – someone too afraid to directly attack, oh say, a military target rather than innocent civilians who’ve done nothing to you – deserves to be thanked. Or perhaps spanked – I’m guessing you didn’t get enough discipline as a child or you weren’t breast fed or zillions of other excuses the weak use to explain their stupidity. Your cowardly slap in the face achieved the exact opposite of your goals but did something actually somewhat noble – you reminded us of who we are: One nation, under God. In one day you reminded us that we’re not 50 individual States – we are one big neighborhood with lots of food variety brought about by our different backgrounds. And on September 11, 2001, every American became an honorary New Yorker, or perhaps every New Yorker and every citizen became stronger Americans. Instead of dividing us, you reminded us not to take for granted who and what we are. So thank you Osama. (Oh yeah, hope you’re enjoying cave living and remember, you can run, but you’ll only die tired…). And even if we have a president doing his best to disassemble this great union and bow to you and yours, he’s but one man in a nation of millions who stand together.

Thank you to former President Bush. Some love you, some don’t but you dedicated your life to protecting us all. Whether we agree with, or disagree with, your policies and beliefs at least you’ve had the strength to stand by your convictions and none doubt where you stand. I respect those with a backbone and while I can’t say I always agree with you, I do respect you. Oh…and thanks for restoring some decorum and prestige to the Oval Office… And thank you for not gallavanting all over the planet apologizing to our enemies and those that have attacked us for being American…

Thanks mom and dad for making me possible. Thanks mom for all those years it was you and me against the world, raising a little brother and sister – God bless the single parents who somehow find the strength to face another day and work hard to make their kids lives better than their own life is.

Thanks to the red, white and blue. For 10 years I served under those stars and stripes, sometimes sleeping under the wings of our F-16, waiting for that klaxon to sound and hoping that it didn’t. But if it did…we stood ready. Thanks to those who went before me, and thanks to those who followed. I know what it’s like to be cold, tired, wet, exhausted – and feel that pride and camaraderie that only comes from the closeness of working insane hours and being asked to do too much in too little time. And doing it. God bless our military and thank you so much for the sacrifices you’re making on our behalf.

Thank you United States of America. Thanks for the opportunities. Thanks for the freedom. Thanks for standing several centuries through good and bad. Thanks for making the room for my views. Thanks for the room for those views I don’t share.

And most importantly, thank you God in heaven above for Your Son, for Your love, for forgiveness of the stupid things certain cowboys do that probably frustrate You, and for all of the above. God bless America…and America, bless God…

Jeffrey L. Tucker

March 10th, 9:15pm: Let’s see – first of all, apparently most of you are still looking for your news and things here and haven’t seen the forum so I wanted to share with you that a friend named Betsy, from Duluth took one of the last photos of Windchill on February 29th. This past Saturday she brought out buttons for the Windchill care team made from this picture. FYI, at Walgreens Plaza in Duluth – 218.724.8551 (ask for Lynn in the Camera Department) – Betsy had it turned into a button that she brought for the crew that took care of Windchill. Betsy graciously offered the negative to us (again, at Walgreens) for others who may want to order the buttons and wear them, particularly to the court house if you’re going but elsewhere as well, in support of Windchill. The intention is to reinforce the support out there for Windchill. If enough of you would like, we could probably go order a big batch and send them out to people, Betsy said they were around $2.25 I believe, something in that area. I don’t know if Walgreens will ship, or if you can perhaps order from a Walgreens near you since I think they put it in their system but I don’t know for sure. I’ll call to get more details tomorrow, okay?

Sunday, June 20th, 2010

Not for the faint of heart

Saturday, April 10th, 2010

So there I was. Alone. In the woods. My chainsaw as my talisman – it was me…or the tree…It was perhaps one of the largest trees on my property, two chainsaw lengths across. It was my Goliath. It stood in silent challenge. Silent because it was dead which is one of the reasons I chose it as my opponent. The other was I had never cut down a tree that large. Well, not and still had a chainsaw bar that was straight.

I approached with stealth as I surveyed my archnemesis. It was midway through the second cut that it occurred to me to ponder the wisdom of cutting down a tree that big, the realization suddenly hitting me that I’d have to carry the pieces of it out to the tractor which stood out in the open trail.

Then it hit me. Excalibur. My new 50 horsepower diesel steed, it’s front end loader standing in challenge to all that needed carrying. Or grading. Or lifting up. Or dumping out. Or just driving around the pasture because diesels sound so cool…. Others have used their tractors to skidsteer the logs out – why should I be denied that right?

There came a point in the battle when we stood there. Goliath. Myself. Excalibur. Waiting. The cut went 3/4 of the way through. Professional loggers die due to things like this. I bought my chainsaw because it had a cool handle and “anti-vibration” shock absorbers…. Do I cut more? Do I wait for a windy day to finish it off? No. That seemed cruel. Plus, I started this battle with a roaring Husqvarna, it was time to finish it. The snow-covered silence of the woods once again gave way to the growl of my Husqy, which eagerly bit back into the trunk…finally…a small crack… I backed away. In short order, Goliath swayed once and began its plunge to forest floor. I tipped my cowboy hat in silent salute to the fallen forest sentry.

After cutting the tree into sections and wrapping a long cable around it and knocking down a huge section of my woods with my new metal charge – we battled. We fought. Tires dug themselves in to ruts. Several times I had to re-group, the only thing moving was the gentley wafting haze of my cigar smoke as I wondered if amateurs should really attempt feats like this with new equipment.
Suddenly we broke free of the woods into the clearing, emerging dragging sections of tree into the clear where despite what the manual says I still managed to get those sections into the bucket and came home long after the sun set, moving majestically through the wintery night across a moonlit pasture, signal and headlights ablaze, to pose for the pictures you now see, to show those those naysaying detractors about the battle they would never believe occurred.

This is the story of one cowboy’s exploits aboard his steel horse, Excalibur, and their heart-wrenching victory against all odds. Boldly going where no amateur has gone before.

Letter from my mom?

Thursday, April 1st, 2010

Dearest Redneck Son,

I’m writing this slow because I know you can’t read fast. We don’t live in Ohio where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen within 20 miles of your home, so we moved. I won’t be able to send you the address because the last Buckeye family that lived here took the house numbers when they moved so they wouldn’t have to change their address.

This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine. I’m not sure about it. I put a load of clothes in and pulled the chain. We haven’t seen them since.

The weather isn’t bad here. It only rained twice last week; the first time for three days and the second time for four days.

About that coat you wanted me to send; your Uncle Billy Bob said it would be too heavy to send in the mail with the buttons on, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.

Bubba locked his keys in the car yesterday. We were really worried because it took him two hours to get me and your father out.

Your sister had a baby this morning, but I haven’t found out what it is yet so I don’t know if you are an aunt or uncle.

Uncle Bobbie Ray fell into a whiskey vat last week. Some men tried to pull him out but he fought them off and drowned. We had him cremated, he burned for three days.

Three of your friends went off a bridge in a pickup truck. Butch was driving. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. Your other two friends were in the back. They drowned because they couldn’t get the tailgate down!

There isn’t much more news at this time. Nothing much out of the normal has happened.

Your Favorite Aunt,


Ronald Reagan quotes

Saturday, March 13th, 2010


“Socialism only works in two places: Heaven where they don’t need it and hell where they already have it.” -Ronald Reagan

‘Here’s my strategy on the Cold War:

We win, they lose.’

– Ronald Reagan

‘The most terrifying words in the English language are: I’m from the government and I’m here to help.’

-Ronald Reagan

‘The trouble with our liberal friends is not that they’re ignorant; it’s just that they know so much that isn’t so.’

-Ronald Reagan

‘Of the four wars in my lifetime, none came about because the U.S. was too strong.’– Ronald Reagan

‘I have wondered at times about what the Ten Commandments would have looked like if Moses had run them through the
U.S. Congress.’

-Ronald Reagan

‘The taxpayer: That’s someone who works for the federal government but doesn’t have to take the civil service examination.’

– Ronald Reagan

‘Government is like a baby: An alimentary canal with a big appetite at one end and no sense of responsibility at the other..’

Ronald Reagan

‘The nearest thing to eternal life we will ever see on this earth is a government program.’

Ronald Reagan

‘It has been said that politics is the second oldest profession. I have learned that it bears a striking resemblance to the first.’

– Ronald Reagan

‘Government’s view of the economy could be summed up in a few short phrases: If it moves, tax it. If it keeps moving, regulate it. And if it stops moving, subsidize it’

– Ronald Reagan

‘Politics is not a bad profession. If you succeed, there are many rewards; if you disgrace yourself, you can always write a book.’

– Ronald Reagan

‘No arsenal, or no weapon in the arsenals of the world, is as formidable as the will and moral courage of free men and women.’

Ronald Reagan

‘If we ever forget that we’re one nation under GOD, then we will be a nation gone under.’

-Ronald Reagan

03/02/08, 9:01pm…Windchill’s letter to all the children

Tuesday, March 2nd, 2010

March 2nd, 9:01pm: While cleaning Windchill’s stall we found a notebook. In it was a letter he had ‘dictated’ to one of his caregivers. It was a note he wanted to send to all of the children who had written him:

Windchill’s letter to all the children

02/28/08, 8:23am…Windchill stands all night..

Sunday, February 28th, 2010

February 28th, 8:23am: Windchill was up  standing and walking around most of the night – munching away and drinking most of his water. He sure loves the alfalfa! He’s in a really sweet mood this morning and trying to get up. You can certainly feel the difference in his neck, where he’s developing muscles and beginning to fill out. He’s also gotten heavier to lift and is standing taller so we’ll probably have to raise the winch up a bit.

We’ve gotten quite a few emails regarding visiting the little guy. Only weekday visitors need to be pre-scheduled by us- this coming Saturday is open to everyone all day – no reservations needed. Sunday the barn will be closed to visitors.

If you do come visit we ask that you please remember the barn is very similar to a hospital room or a nursery – indoor voices only, please do not bring your pets, if you do bring children please explain to them the need to walk and talk calmly in the barn area and that Windchill can only be fed the hay in the stall and limited other items we will have on hand. With 19 other horses to visit while you’re here, there’s plenty of opportunities to pet and feed lots of horses, a dog and cats. Barn & Farm Rules