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Lee Larson, An Artist at Heart

A Tribute to my Father


I lost my Dad two days after Thanksgiving this year at the age of 90.   He made me the Artist and the person I am today.


He is on the left with his arm around his Wiemaraner Zeze in this photo taken after a weekend Montana Deer/Pronghorn hunt, circa early 1950s. 


The link below is to the article I wrote about him.    Thanks to those who have time to read it.






















Thanks for stoppin’n by…

Lance Larson



A Custom Carved Cane with Deer Antler Handle

Custom Carved Cane of Memories 


Hand Carved Cane   This project started as a smooth Aspen walking stick.   It had a few knots that added character but it was generally smooth all over making it a great canvas for the carving. 

   The cane needed to be a total of 34″ tall so all the hardware had to be installed  and measured before the wood could be measured and cut off to length. 

   I had to shape and fit the handle hardware to the wood and then cut the cane to length remembering a  rubber cap would be mounted on the bottom.   I had to allow for that also.

   The cane handle is made of Deer Antler and is carved to fit into the brass fitting.   It’s carved in one piece, cut in two, then mated together in the brass handle fitting.

Stag cane handle 1

 Stag cane handle 2






   The carving on the cane was to show history – a lifetime of outdoor memories.  The Deer Antler Handle – to remember the lifetime of deer hunting in the Midwest.   His hunting dogs were an important part of the family for him.  

   On the cane itself, his bird dogs are carved – the two Wiemaraners he had early in his life and two of the German Shorthair Pointers he and his family had years later.     



   The carving also has a Pheasant and a Sharptail Grouse – the upland game birds he and his son hunted most often.   Fishing was a big part of the outdoors for him also.   So much so that he never was without his fishing gear in the trunk of his car – 7 days a week – 365 days a year. 


   He and his family took trips to Northern Manitoba almost every spring to fish for Big Walleyes and Monster Northern Pike.   I carved a Monster Pike toward the top of the cane because of the way Big Pike seem to always hit the hook at the surface.    I carved the Walleye at the bottom of the cane since that’s where you catch them – right off the rocky bottom.



   All the different carvings were brought together and surrounded by leaves and vines.   They circled and twisted around the dogs, birds, and fish and blended them all together.   The top and the bottom of the cane was encircled with bands of carved basket weave.  

    I hope he sees this as not just a cane, but as a collection of fond memories.  Because that what it is to me…

 Happy Birthday Dad… thanks



Thanks For Stoppin’ by…

Lance Larson


Thunder – Tribute to a Good Dog

Thunder’s Hand Carved Memorial


       You never know when or how it will happen – when that special dog  – your dog of a lifetime, will come into you life.   It seems like just a couple years ago when I adopted that Big Blue Weimaraner from the rescue here in Phoenix, but it was actually 12 years ago on January 2nd of this year – it was back in 2000.    He was a three year old “puppy” at the time and 85 pounds of dog with a quiet and goofy personality.     Weimaraners tend to be puppies for the first five years of their life.   I swear, if I had known what his personality was going to grow into, I would have named him Scooby Doo !!  


       We renamed him Thunder because there was some abuse in his past and we didn’t want the old name to cause problems (he sometimes crindged or cowered when you said his old name).   He caught on quick to his new name and after an obedience class, he  was a well mannered companion that would always stay with me.   He slept on the bed and was on the couch with me when I sat down.    When he first came home and got used to me, he would slowly creep up on the couch like I couldn’t see him, or feel his 90 pounds (he gained a little weight) slipping up by me to put his head on my lap.   As he got more relaxed in our home he must have thought he was a 15 pound lap dog because he was always climbing in my lap, even when I was in a chair!


      Thunder was my shadow.   He was up and with me no matter where I was going.   I say he was my shadow because he always seemed to stand directly behind me.    We went to the Dog Park every weekend and each time there was a point I’d be looking for him and he was standing directly behind me.     Even when he was playing, hunting, or just looking around, he never was over 20 yards from me.  


     When he was about seven years old, I had the opportunity to take him with me and go help at a Youth Pheasant Hunt.   Thunder seemed to love kids so I thought he would be a “Goodwill Ambassador ” even if he was not a trained hunter.    Yes, he was a great ambassador, but I found out he was also a hunting dog.   The first time he saw a pheasant flying and then get knocked down, he was tugging at the leash to get it.    We put him on some birds that day and he pointed and retrieved.   He was never trained – it was all instinct.    One problem – he would point for about 5 seconds and if the bird didn’t fly, he leaped in a grabbed it and brought it to me.   Either he wanted to help me save ammo, or he knew I was a bad shot with a shotgun.   Since he would grab the birds, we made him official retriever of birds that were wounded and running.   The Youth Pheasant Hunt became a yearly trip for us.


   After that, I started bringing him with me dove hunting and he would stay by me (sometimes) and when, and if I got a dove, he retrieved perfectly.   They were given to me pre-chewed some times, but always given to me.    If I was missing them, he had no problem retriving any birds my hunting buddies shot.  Thunder would just go over and sit next to them for a spell and get their birds – the traitor!   But, He always was back in a few minutes to his friend that couldn’t shoot straight.   I did one of my very early carvings of Thunder on my own 16 ga. Ithaca shotgun.   It was just his head carved in the lower right area of the buttstock.   He’s still with me on every bird hunt.


     He caught a bad case of Valley Fever when he was about nine years old but was lucky and beat it.   It left him with bone growths in both his knees which lead to arthritus.   He was never much of a runner after that.  We still hunted but he just walked everywhere.   He was a real world class couch potato his last fews years and I didn’t mind at all.  Quality time spent together on the couch are fond memories I enjoy.   It was on old leather couch and when people came over I told them that it was his couch and they had to ask him if they could sit there.   He would get off his couch with no problem, but I didn’t ask him to do that very often.


       I lost Thunder the day after Christmas – he had been with me one week shy of 12 years.   I laid him to rest on a friend’s land just a mile from my home, and just a few yards from a dry creek bed that a large Gambel’s Quail covey follow every morning and evening.   I thought he would have liked it because he and I had enjoyed exploring there many times.   The marker is a 2×12 I cut in the shape of an old western headstone.   I took a torch to it to bring out the wood grain and then carved it with his name, a dog pointing, and an epitath.    I stained the carving and finished it with several coats of outdoor semigloss spar urethane.   I also built a small bench for the site with carved oak leaves and pheasants that I put near him for visits. 


      Thunder’s epitath was simple –     “Good Dog”


     I heard once that   “Dogs don’t live as long as we do because we can bear their loss, but they couldn’t bear losing us”.    I’m not so sure … 


     I miss ya boy, we’ll enjoy walking and huntin’ together again……..



Lance Larson

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