Posted By: Creekrunner
Hunters past/passed - 12/23/19 06:34 PM
Walking back to the truck at dusk a few nights ago I got a little maudlin and thought about how hunting is really about making memories, nothing else. I guess Christmas is just a natural time to think about folks that have gone on before us. And I know there was a recent thread about our departed hunting buddies. 'Just thought I'd revisit it.
I was a teenager and shot this buck on a ridge while I was walking. Dad came and got me at dark. Funny how I don't remember a dam thing about that buck, but I can see him driving that '66 Bronco and sinking it to the hubs in his excitement like it was yesterday. 'Must be about 42 years ago now. We weren't gonna spend the night there, since Mom was about 15 miles away at our place. We had to walk to the LO's house ("house" is a very loose term in this setting) and his attractive, much younger girlfriend (actually just a few years older than me) came to the door. And THAT picture feels like yesterday too. Dad told me to go call Mom and tell her we were gonna be late. The only phone was in the bedroom - a rotary dial and the dial was all busted, I would surmise, from being thrown. The LO showed me how you use a spent casing to dial it. Weird how memories work. (Years later I had dinner, and wine, with this same woman, then the LO's wife, in that same shack, right after I was divorced, and the LO was extremely late with their son coming home. And the marriage wasn't happy at that point. But, that story is for another time and isn't related to hunting. )
What hunting memories/traditions does your mind conjure up?
I was a teenager and shot this buck on a ridge while I was walking. Dad came and got me at dark. Funny how I don't remember a dam thing about that buck, but I can see him driving that '66 Bronco and sinking it to the hubs in his excitement like it was yesterday. 'Must be about 42 years ago now. We weren't gonna spend the night there, since Mom was about 15 miles away at our place. We had to walk to the LO's house ("house" is a very loose term in this setting) and his attractive, much younger girlfriend (actually just a few years older than me) came to the door. And THAT picture feels like yesterday too. Dad told me to go call Mom and tell her we were gonna be late. The only phone was in the bedroom - a rotary dial and the dial was all busted, I would surmise, from being thrown. The LO showed me how you use a spent casing to dial it. Weird how memories work. (Years later I had dinner, and wine, with this same woman, then the LO's wife, in that same shack, right after I was divorced, and the LO was extremely late with their son coming home. And the marriage wasn't happy at that point. But, that story is for another time and isn't related to hunting. )
What hunting memories/traditions does your mind conjure up?