Deer hunt! (Part 1 of 2)

Deer-hunt!

 

Chased a few in my limited time through space; tagged a couple.

 

The “hunt” is the adventure; blood lust is lost on me. I always hated

the “success” when the game ended. The “hunt” is the adventure.

 

And, too, I loved the comradery; friends in a common quest

to capture a bygone era evaporated. Perhaps!? A glimpse!?

 

Friend, Uncle Freddie and I, a hunting-duo, alone in the forest.

 

Found a ridge overlooking the Mississippi River bottoms where 

 he grew up. In the warm afternoon sunshine of a cold December

day he reminisced about his time through delicious space; all the

myriad changes, history events, life and love adventures. Great!

 

The old timer was an excellent storyteller; brought to life accounts

big and small and in-between; the mentor taught the adoring-novice.

 

“Dad and I left home,” he pointed north. I knew the farm place some

six miles from our study room under cerulean skies. “About there,”

he continued in his narrative. “It was between Thanksgiving and

beautiful Christmas; winter had taken a pause; it was plenty warm.

 

“Dad wanted to get another plow horse and the ‘trader’ had brought

his circuit to the little town of Fults just some five miles south. 

(Part 2 of 2 tomorrow)