tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732486.post1113598029130407335..comments2023-10-26T03:19:41.569-07:00Comments on Stephen Bodio's Querencia: What a Man's Gotta DoSteve Bodiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14434597061701369867noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732486.post-90784317769559401222007-09-19T18:21:00.000-07:002007-09-19T18:21:00.000-07:00I live by this one also. And some evenings I, too,...I live by this one also. And some evenings I, too, say it out loud just to force myself into compliance. Reminds me of another saying, about ethics being "what you do when no one is watching".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732486.post-61821376984981784732007-09-19T16:22:00.000-07:002007-09-19T16:22:00.000-07:00That's funny-- I almost put that saying in!That's funny-- I almost put that saying in!Steve Bodiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14434597061701369867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732486.post-3026103619933791442007-09-19T12:44:00.000-07:002007-09-19T12:44:00.000-07:00This is not directly related to your post but to o...This is not directly related to your post but to one part of it (horse care): Every night I hunt, I come home wet, tired, dirty, bloody, hungry, thirsty, itchy, grass-stained and covered in seeds. <BR/><BR/>My first impulse is to run inside for a cold beer and a hot shower. But what stops me every time is the old saying, "First the hawk, then the horse, then the hound; then and only then the lowly falconer."<BR/><BR/>I actually have to say it...<BR/><BR/>No horse to worry about (unless the truck counts), but the hawk and hound get cleaned, watered and put to bed first.Matt Mullenixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11198069782508775543noreply@blogger.com