This Site Is Dedicated In The Memory Of
William Carlton Sheedy
AKA "Doc"
W C "Doc" Sheedy
Papaw Doc in his early days..
Genevieve and W C Sheedy
Grandma and Papaw Sheedy.
William Carlton Sheedy, better known as Papaw Doc has had more influence on
me than any one person on this earth. Not only did he teach me to drive, fish,
hunt, garden, do electrical work, carpentry work, and help others in need, but he
also installed the love of outdoors in me at very young age. Papaw was primarily
an electrician, but part time farmer. As long as I can remember Papaw always
had a big garden. His garden, filled with peas, butter beans, snap beans, corn,
tomatoes, okra, squash, egg plants, peppers, and cantaloupe, was big enough to
feed his six sons and one daughter's entire family as well as the neighborhood. I
loved the outdoors, but to be completely honest, picking and chopping wasn't my
favorite part of the outdoors. But today, I can say I miss it very much. Theres
nothing like home grown food on the table. I spent many of my summer days in
the field with Papaw and many of my summer nights with purple stains and
blisters due to having to shell so many peas and butter beans before bed time.

My favorite part of the year was winter, especially on Saturday Mornings. My first
rabbit hunt was with Papaw. At the time Papaw had his own beagles, but shortly
after I started hunting, Papaw lost all his beagles to Parvo. Papaw never bought
any more beagles but continued to teach me how to hunt. He had a neighbor by
the name of Mr. Monroe that had some of the beast beagles I have ever seen.
Papaw and I went on several hunting trips with Mr. Monroe. At this time rabbit
hunting was deeply installed in my blood. But Papaw eventually became disabled
and could no longer do electrical work. So he began helping a friend by the name
of H B Medders. H B Medders was a farmer and  had some of the best rabbit land
around. H B was a little slow when it came to harvesting the crops, which for me
was a good thing. When rabbit season came around, H B was still harvesting. I
would ride the combine with Papaw and shoot rabbits as they ran. I can
remember some days H B would get mad because Papaw was having to stop the
combine too often to allow me to fetch rabbits I had killed, and it was slowing
them down even more. But Papaw continued to let me shoot and paid H B no
mind. After farm season, Papaw would let me borrow his gun and shells, and I
would hit every ditch/woods/sand pits around his house. When I reached the
age of 15, I convinced Papaw to let me buy two beagles and keep them at his
house. Papaw feed them and took care of them and all I had to do is run them.
That was 19 years ago, and I have pretty much owned beagles ever since.

A couple of years after buying my first beagles Papaw moved to French Camp,
MS, which was two and half hour drive from where I lived. But every chance I
got, I made that trip to visit him. His new home didn't have a lot of rabbits, but
had some excellent deer hunting. Every time I went to visit, no matter what time
of the year it was, Papaw wanted to walk the woods. He just couldn't stand to be
inside a house. Today, I am pretty much the same way. Just ask my wife, she
says I am hard to live with when I am couped up in the house all day. But I can
honestly say, I got it from Papaw Doc!

We lost Papaw Doc in 2007, he will greatly be missed. I am dedicating my site to
him and want to say thanks to him for installing the love of hunting and outdoors
into my life.