Paul...Don't you know it!!! Hell I even went to a fly tying show Saturday to talk with guys I've known for years, who were tying the same flies they have tied for years, just to get out of the house and hear some gossip! :)
I could of done a lot better by sitting at home cranking some out for my own boxes...Opening Day is just around the corner here after all. Matt is right...I'm spending way too much time blathering on this thing! If I could only convince my wife/boss to let me bring in the vise and tie right here at the desk...;)
Speaking of cabin fever...As you pointed out when Matt and I were barking at each other last week that we may actually be different sides of the same old rusty coin. He and I just need to wet a damn line...It's so warm here I may go out in to the back yard this evening and practise tightening up my loops...:) Just think of our long suffering wives! :)
My dad used to tell a story about a time when he was put on a train from Detroit to Marion MI to work on his uncles farm one summer. The two of them were out in the woods behind the house and my great uncle Arlie, who seemed never informed that there was such a thing as a hunting "season", was carrying some gun with him...Not sure shotgun or deer rifle.
There heard someone coming through the brush and Arlie laid the gun down along the bottom of a downed tree and walked away from it. The CO came walking up, "Hey Arlie. What you two boys up to out here today?" My great uncle said, "Joe. We have a calfing cow out here somewhere. She busted out last night. We are trying to find her." "Well boys...I think you two need to just get back up to the house...She'll find her way back home."
After a little chat he walked off. My great uncle gathered up his gun and they walked back up to the house.
Years later when I was hanging around his fruit orchard in Bear Lake as a small boy he had a beautiful leathered pocket pool table out in the pole barn...Many a deer was butcher on that table spring, summer, fall & winter.
I was sitting in my aunt's home after a day out deer hunting in the late 60's...My grandfather and I were having something to eat when another uncle walked in all excited...He had shot a deer on the backside of this hill on my grandmother's place next door...We headed out and I remember looking up to a clear, cold, very starry night and wondering to myself..."The distance from where this deer has gone down and the house isn't that far...If my aunt was out on the back porch and I yelled to her she would hear me...This deer was shot after sunset! A ways after sunset." Hmmm.
My grandfather and I gutted the deer on the back of that hill in pitch darkness and I was the lucky one who, grinning ear-to-ear, drug it through the field to an apple tree where it was hung up.
Paul...I know from where I speak...I have dealt with these things all my life...Grandpa knew I was paying attention and was taking it all in, and he knew the lessons would not be wasted on me. :) Whats that about "the sins of the fathers?"
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