6\21 The legend of Lucky Eddie

  • by Rick Hill
  • June 22, 2011
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This column almost didn’t get written. I spent an hour trying to come up with a topic for this week. Usually when this happens I ask my wife, or call a buddy to give me an idea. Tonight I called Lucky Eddie, and he was no help at all. After watching a couple reruns of Frasier I still didn’t have a subject so I will just ramble on a bit. First of all I may have overstated the title a little. Lucky Eddie is a successful businessman, and an avid outdoorsman. He is skilled with a shotgun, an expert turkey caller, and a determined fisherman. However; to be truthful he has never done anything remotely legendary that I know of. Twenty five years ago I was introduced to Lucky Eddie by a mutual friend, Dana the Complainer. I had been hearing about this new shotgun game called Sporting Clays, and was told about a course that opened down in Brinkhaven. Dana and I were trap shooting partners, and we decided to go shoot a round of Sporting Clays. He told me he was going to bring a buddy, that wanted to try it also. Lucky Eddie has told the story of our first meeting several times, and I know at our introduction he was as put off by me, as I was by him. We have completely opposite personalities, and see pretty much everything from different perspectives. He is a neat and orderly person, who appreciates quality. He takes pride in himself, and his possessions, and has a quiet and serious demeanor. Since I possess none of those traits our first meeting should have been a train wreck. It started out that way, but after a while our mutual love of the outdoors gave us something to talk about, and helped us form a lasting bond. Over the years we have spent countless hours shooting, and fishing. We both got the “bird dog bug” at the same time, and he is as obsessed with the dogs as I am. It would take a book to relate all the adventures we have shared, but one that happened a few years ago is all I have room for. Two years ago Lucky Eddie showed an interest in riding horses. He attended a trial at the Wayne Club, and rode one of my horses for a few braces. He had also been renting horses at the AKC trials that one of his dogs were competing in. Since he lacked any knowledge or previous experience, he asked if I would find him a horse. I was already looking for a dog trial horse for another guy, so now I needed to find two. I soon found what we were looking for, and as luck would have it they were only 90 miles apart from each other. The fact that they were located in Alabama didn’t seem like a big deal, as I had just picked up two other horses in that state a few months earlier. “If you want a plantation horse you have to go to a plantation”. Since Lucky Eddie always has a better truck than I do, I figured I would get him to drive. I told him we were going to Jackson County Ohio to look at a trailer, and why we were headed south we could look at some horses. While we were looking at the trailer, I told him it was only fifteen more hours to see the horses. After some lively discussion we were on our way. I checked out his horse at midnight under a street light, in the rain, and after a short ride recommended he buy it. On the way home his mood improved, and everything came together with the makings of a good trip. Except that little detail where he never called his wife to tell her that he would be gone for two days. Catch you later Rick


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