sentimental
I'm going to go soft on you guys. I wish I could put a hunt together w/ my Grandad, Dad, Uncle, me and my boy. Time never let it work out that way.
Pap and my uncle were gone before bamaboy was born, Dad too before the boy got old enough to hit the woods.
We'd hunt my Grandad's boyhood farm in Huntington Co Pa. Deer of course.
And since its in my imagination, it won't be two crowded with too many hunters.
Just us, maybe some guys in the distance to move deer.
I'd bring the M88 Win .308 for Pap, show him what good care I've taken of it, the kills its made w/ me. Bamaboy could bring my Dad's .243 Savage 110, tell of the amazing long shot he made last year on his first buck. Uncle Dick would show up w/ that darn made in Germany .300 Weatherby he was so proud of, but never got to hunt grizzly before his accident. Dad would bring that Win 94 in .44 mag, , 70's version with a sidemount scope, and Dick would tease him all over again about a marble shooter. I'd show up with a Rem 14 .30Rem, Dad's first deer rifle, Rem pump guns being a clan favorite, but I'd get grief 'cause it wasn't a .35.
Dick would kill one, he always did. Dad would miss, he was cross dominant, never discovered till he was in his 60's, and it gave him fits. Bamaboy would do his darndest, Dick would put him on the best stand and he might just get one.
Pap and I would watch it all and tell stories.
